Postcard from the Marcy stop
The little joys of an open-air subway stop: watching the sun rise as you wait for your morning train, seeing the sun stream through colored glass, contemplate as the birds fly instead of the rats scramble.
I lived in Williamsburg in Brooklyn for four months last year (I’ve since moved to the Lower East Side in Manhattan), and despite it being a very, very cold wait in the winter mornings, I still loved watching the day begin on the Marcy subway stop. Riding over the Williamsburg Bridge every morning meant seeing the Manhattan skyline from afar; riding it home each evening was a chance to watch the sun set over the Financial District.
What’s your favorite photo of the Marcy stop?
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