No Sleep ‘Til Brooklyn

Brooklyn’s elevated train tracks, part of the New York subway system, fascinates me. Like triumphant herds, the thundering trains pop out the underbelly of Manhattan to strut their rumbling stuff, dominating people and buildings alike.

The resulting structure, clad in a mysterious black finish, defines an underworld of storage facilities, parking lots and an eclectic collection of businesses that thrive under the regular roar of passing subway cars. Like clockwork, people are ferried overhead as the world below continues indifferently, a visceral interplay of human lives.