The part of my life that embodies the commuter in E.B. White's description.
The neighborhood around my job, which yet again embodies the commuter. I know the area from my stop to the door.
More of the neighborhood around my job. Which includes a shoe shine, how convenient.
Once again, sideways, but displays the creative spirit that NYC invokes in its inhabitants through its solitude.
Many people, but no one disturbs each other. The loneliness in full effect.
Check the comments to your other post - I added a comment there explaining why your photos are being flipped.