Photo by myself, on the 9th Street subway platform, in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
A rare moment, being alone on the subway platform. The early morning light was filtering in from above the train tracks. There was temporary fencing up, while (continuous) repair work is being done.
There are a few raised subway platforms in Manhattan and Brooklyn, but most subway stations are located below ground. Indoor stations are a mixed bag - they provide shelter in the cold winter months, but are stifling in the summer.
I had to cross from this platform to another one Friday morning, and walked through a series of stairs and tunnels. I was slightly freaked out because no one else was around. Something could happen in those empty tunnels and I was completely vulnerable.
Rationally, I knew nothing would happen, and thankfully nothing did. There is safety in numbers. New York is safe because bars are open late, people walk the streets, and there is a sense that if something happened, people would know about it and you'd be okay.
Being alone in a subway tunnel? A rare event and a different story.
Related posts: Commuting in the Hood - on the Atlantic/Pacific Platform, See Saw, Underground and Moving on Up.