I got off at the 13th St stop on the El the other day with the intention of getting to Market East to buy a weekly TransPass [I lost my fucking monthly pass last week, arg!], but I noticed that I was at the wrong stop and that I'd have to hoof it over to the next stop underground. Not bad I thought, I'd never taken this walk before. Bad idea.
Holy shit does it reek down there! The above shot is representative of that fetid effluvium. I pushed the yellow as a simple representation of the overpowering scent of piss. So there. It's not simply a shot of the beauty of tile and glassblock and stainless steel that is SEPTA's palette of style, it is an overt tug at the olfactory senses via the optic nerve. For the colorblind out there, bear with me on this one color wise, but you can get a whiff of it if you'd like by taking a trip down stairs between the 13th St and 11th St El stations.
Happy smelling.
Click the photo for a slightly larger version on my photoblog.
I enjoy the walk; it's a shame I hold my breath between 11th Street and Suburban Station.
Posted by: Andrea | February 28, 2006 at 05:25 PM