Photo by myself on the subway platform below 34th Street, in Midtown.
A talented violinist rattled off Bach Partitas, Tuesday evening, his right hand a blur. He stood uncomfortably close to one side of the subway platform.
I should have lingered to talk, but it was a long day. He graciously allowed me to take his photo.
There is a warning sign next to the violinist above, and one across the track. The rails are dangerous, not just because of the rapid trains and narrow platforms. The 'third rail' powers the trains with electricity, and is always alive.
In my time living here, there have been more than a few accidents in the subway. People have tripped or fainted and fallen into the track. A few years ago, a young woman was pushed into the tracks by a crazed man, who was later caught. It's every New Yorker's fear.
There was one sad story about a young boy falling off the train, while passing from one car to another. Doors are located on the ends of the trains for emergency, but some passengers use them to pass between cars.
In my naive youth, I mistook the element of danger for excitement. Living on the edge.
Now I know better. I slow down when the platform is crowded. I wait for the next train. I take my time and enjoy the moment.
Halloween Musicians and the NYC Marathon, On the Subway Platform and Late Night TV and The Jazzman, 34th Street.