The concrete platform shakes; the metallic beast groans. As it approaches a sense of relief permeates the air. The snake like subway slowly, but surely, makes its way into the station. As the carts rolls and grinds on the tracks and lets out a childlike squeal. Closer and closer just inches away, it slows to a stop and hisses as if to tease everyone. The heavens open up and light colors all that was gray, spirits are lifted. And this is the daily routine of a commuter.
These three photos seem to go well together as a single piece but the last one seems the most appealing. You can follow the tracks all the way into the background until they disappear. Also, it’s interesting how this particular area of the platform is vacant, which brings the thought of “vacancy” or emptiness to my mind.
Taken as poetic expression this registers a mundane experience in nearly otherworldly terms through the anthropomorphicization (giving lifelike qualities to an inanimate object) of the subway. This tends to abstract the subject matter, which is really the experience of standing there and witnessing the train roll in. What happens if you let the subway be a subway, a thing-in-itself and focus on the reaction, allowing for cause and effect? The “relief” is abstracted because it is unattached to anyone in particular–no “I,” no “you,” no character. Perhaps let it be about the “I” in the moment as the train rolls in. Things to think about, but I like what you’re doing. The mundane is beautiful.