Photo by myself on the subway.
Friday morning, the morning commute was like any other day. Above, more riders than usual are immersed in low tech books and the newspaper.
The express trains from Brooklyn cross the East River via the Manhattan Bridge. For a brief time, the train is above ground and bathed in daylight and reflections.
People typically bury their noses in their phones or other electronic devices. Many will reach for their cellphones to call the office to say they're running late, or check into email. On the way home, people even order dinner to be delivered! I usually text Mark to say I'm on the bridge.
As you can see, most folks are dressed in black, the standard NY dress code.
Related posts: A New York Frame of Mind, The Daily Madness, Outside Madison Square Garden and Commuting in the Hood, on the Atlantic/Pacific Platform.