Why would I photograph the Brooklyn Bridge like this?

I could, but I’m not going to. No, while I was walking across the bridge and I noticed this:

A big bolt. And, another peach of a bolt:

Down below:

Oh and New York City, good luck with that campaign of yours:

I had to ask this nice Italian boy to move so I could take this picture. He also probably didn’t get why I had to take the picture.

And of course, because after all, they do hold this whole thing up:

So, I thought, I’m going to take this photo:

To, you know, keep it strange. I love keeping it strange.