This is what I love about New York; the diversity. Where else would you see three people, from such different backgrounds, seated so closely together on a train that rushes its way through the tunnels of the city? When you live here long enough, it’s easy to take the melting pot for granted until you travel elsewhere. When I go back to my quasi-home state of Michigan (I say quasi because I really was born in New York and subsequently moved around the country, but most of my family is in Michigan and I lived there for a good chunk of my life), I often go into culture shock because of the lack of diversity. It takes me a while to readjust to constantly hearing English every where I go (coupled with the unmistakable Michigan twang) and being limited to chain restaurants for eating out.
When I took this picture, I couldn’t help but notice the common thread of red that the three riders wore. To me, it felt like the binding tie amongst them.