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It was around 2 in the afternoon on Saturday.  I was coming back from an epic, $14, all-you-can-eat fried chicken buffet lunch with some friends up in Harlem, and what I really wanted was a nap.  I was due to meet up with Mike D. and his family for some drinks later in the afternoon, and I figured I could maybe squeeze in an hour-long nap before I headed out again.

The D train I was on had other plans.  As we crossed over the Manhattan Bridge, slowly inching towards the tunnel into Brooklyn, the train stopped.  A muddled announcement from the conductor said something about a signal problem, and that we’d be moving shortly.  This message was repeated some 6 or 8 times.  Over the course of 45 minutes.  Yeah, 45 minutes.

I had the Hasselblad with me, and noticed how beautiful the mid-afternoon light was, filling up the train and bouncing around all the metallic bits, dappling the walls and people alike.  So I took out the camera, crouched down in the middle of the train — as is with these sorts of moments in NYC, people looked up, momentarily curious, and then went right back to their iPhone-generated distractions — and took this shot.   I took a wild guess with the exposure, and figured that if all else failed, I could correct it in post.

About 10 minutes later, we were finally moving again.  And no, I never did get that nap.

This shot here was the only one I took.  I corrected the angle slightly, but that’s it — no color or exposure correction.  It’s not often that I enjoy a subway delay, but I’m glad this one provided me with an opportunity to produce something as lovely as this.

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