The Sticks

Memories are contained in the mind but photos capture those memorable moments so they can be remembered in their full glory. This photo was one of those moments. Brooklyn, New York on a glorious weekend trip full of adventure with some old friends. Just below the Promenade at an old pier where nothing remains but the “sticks” (as the┬álocals call it). There are many awesome photos of this place out there. Unfortunately I only had a few minutes to spare and could not catch the full blue hour after the city lights came on.

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(with Rich Zoeller)