I took a few of these, and they're all pretty much the same, but different. I liked the balance of this one.

I missed a great shot that day, however, and this is all I have to show for it. I was crossing the Benjamin Franklin bridge from New Jersey into Philadelphia, and the sky was a heavy, dark lid covering over a shining golden sunset in the distance. The light was passing through the windows of buildings, and it was a really intriguing mix of light and dark that was ominous and glorious at the same time. I knew I only had a few moments to catch it so I got right off at 6th Street, parked my car, and ran to the bridge - only to find that the south side of the bridge was closed due to painting. Ugggh. I ran back across and about a third of the way across the north side of the bridge as fast as I could. Unfortunately there were drapes put up to contain the paint and I couldn't see any of the buildings I'd seen while driving. The light had faded too, so I'm not sure if it would have worked anyway. But I tried. I'll keep an eye out and perhaps it will happen again one day.