After avoiding the curious eyes of a delivery man, two dudes fishing, and a guy talking to himself in his land-locked rowboat, we snuck under the traintracks. I explored the underbelly and innards of this rusty bridge with factory workers bustling ten yards to my right and a passed-out homeless guy ten yards to my left. A camera, my boobies and ground glass imbedded in my knees. What more could you want?