The Last Photo My Camera Ever Took

While recently on a trip to New York, I decided to walk the Brooklyn Bridge. It was the first time I had seen the city’s skyline from afar – it was an instantly recognisable collection of shapes. Shapes that felt so familiar to me as these were the images produced again and again in television shows and films that I had grown up watching. It was a beautiful day; the combination of the sun, the scene before me, and the sense of freedom one is overcome with when about to embark on solo travels had me feeling absolutely invincible.


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