Brooklyn is a big place. Much bigger than I had anticipated. And as we wandered, biked, bused and subwayed around its neighborhoods, I became obsessed with the industrial features of this place. There was a consistent placement of water towers and exposed brick walls, rust and graffiti, abandoned warehouses and metal hung bridges. Poking out from the cool cafes of Williamsburg and through tree lined brown stones of Cobble hill. From top to bottom, the rawness could be found. All fused and related and very much a part. All very real. And I liked that.