Before I became a regular on the New York Subway System, I felt like an innocent bystander trapped in Manhattan's gastrointestinal tract. As trains ripped through the station, my hair fluttered, I held my breath, and I tried not to make eye contact with anyone around me. This sort of realization is entertaining if your the type that can't deny a giggle when a fart introduces itself, but probably less so if you're any sort of lady.
Of course, since then, I've had a lot more noteworthy (maybe even more meaningful) realizations, which I fully intend to share in this blog. For now I'll start with this beautiful photo taken by my brother, Jordan. (He's a professional photographer. Click here to see more of his work.) It wasn't taken in Manhattan-- it actually has nothing to do with New York. But it gives me a feeling much different than that of the subway, and I like it.
