I see this guy frequently zooming all over Soho. I'm assuming that he's a bicycle messenger and, while it's tough to tell his exact age, he is clearly much older than the average messenger here in NY.
It's nice to see someone out of the norm doing one of the most physically tough (and dangerous) jobs in the city. Maybe I'll figure out a way to get him to stop for me one of these days. How? I'm not quite sure.
It's about time for a nice color photo to break up all of this black and white I've been doing lately. I love the colors in this one.
I came across this guy coming out of a Dunkin' Donuts with an application in hand, filling it out on a newspaper stand outside. I think it shows an intimate glimpse into the struggles many people are having right now, and how hard it is to find any job.
I wish I had caught a little bit more of his hands here, but I really didn't want to disturb him and so I took a very quick shot and kept going.
I'm a subway sleeper. I think it's something about the rumbling that gets me, but a subway ride has always been my time to close my eyes and recharge. I find them to be very calming.
I've only missed my stop twice, both times in high school (a time in my life where I was utterly sleep deprived). But I did have a couple of funny experiences. One time, on the way to school I feel asleep standing up, holding onto a railing with both hands. Usually when you fall asleep you're still conscious and can hear the stops, but this was an all out dreaming sleep, standing up, on a moving subway. Suddenly, I dreamt that I had been smacked hard across the face by someone, and I woke up instantly. In my slumber it seems, my head had fallen forward and I had smacked my face into the poll, extremely hard. Everyone was looking, so I closed my eyes again and pretended to sleep.
The next time was on my way home from basketball practice one evening, again absolutely exhausted, but this time luckily sitting. I would often get the nods when sitting, up and down, up and down. But this time I feel asleep and the next thing I knew I was waking up with my head bent to the right on some old ladies shoulder. She wasn't moving and it was extremely comfortable. I looked up at her and said 'Oh wow I'm really sorry,' but then she replied, 'don't worry about it, you looked tired and comfortable, so I thought I'd let you sleep.'