This shot had been stuck in my head for weeks, like a song you can’t stop humming. The Brooklyn Bridge, fireworks, and the city lights all in one epic view—it was the dream. But getting the right spot? Total nightmare.

The night was buzzing. The bridge was already glowing, its cables lit up like golden strings. I set up my gear, trying to calm my nerves, but when the first firework lit up the sky, my heart just about exploded with it. Reds, blues, and gold burst above the bridge, lighting up the water like a neon mirror. It was insane.

I didn’t stop shooting—frame after frame, capturing every burst, every ripple in the river, every glow of the city in the distance. The bridge anchored it all, standing there like a boss, while the fireworks stole the show above it. Long exposures turned the scene into something unreal—like a dream, but better because it was real.
When I looked back at the shots, this one hit me hard. The fireworks, the bridge, the skyline—it was everything I’d imagined and more. It wasn’t just a photo; it was a vibe, a memory, a moment where the city showed off its magic, and I was lucky enough to catch it.