December 27, 2010. Not my picture, but wish it was. It isn't often (if ever) that snow goes underground and covers the subway platform. The cleanness of the snow covers the grime on the rails and floor, the bench, floating down through grates, muffling the steps of feet walking through the station. But the rigid columns, from track to ceiling, push back against the softness of the snow. It is a push and pull through the station as they echo each other the length of the line.
Monday, December 27, 2010
UNDER SNOW
December 27, 2010. Not my picture, but wish it was. It isn't often (if ever) that snow goes underground and covers the subway platform. The cleanness of the snow covers the grime on the rails and floor, the bench, floating down through grates, muffling the steps of feet walking through the station. But the rigid columns, from track to ceiling, push back against the softness of the snow. It is a push and pull through the station as they echo each other the length of the line.
