One of the things I like about living in the Philadelphia suburbs is that I can take a commuter train into the city. Not only does it save the hassle of driving in traffic and paying for expensive parking, I get to photograph my fellow passengers.
I have a confession to make: Although one of my most consistent themes here on Shutterfinger is the need to break out of ruts and push boundaries, I don't like photographing outdoors in cold weather. Not at all. In fact, I like it so little that I seldom do it. Cold weather makes my eyes water. It makes my fingers stiffen and lose circulation. Gusts of wind punish me for having the temerity to step outside. When I wear gloves to keep my hands warm, the gloves make handling my camera slow and clumsy.
To make matters worse, the high cost comes with low reward. When I venture into the city, the few people out on the street on a freezing cold day are all bundled up, hustling on their way from one warm spot to the next. It's slim pickings all around. Sure, I could attempt some nature or landscape photography, but I enjoy that even less than being out in the cold. Scratch that idea. Pushing boundaries is one thing. Wandering around in a freezing cold forest or along a slippery creek bed is nothing more than masochism in my book.
Still, rather than be a hypocrite, I felt obliged (obliged, mind you!) to venture forth into Philadelphia's center city to see what I could find. It was mid-day on a Friday, a time when office dwellers would normally be out looking for lunch. This time it was snowing (lightly), so sidewalk traffic was light and it was scarves, hats, heavy coats, and umbrellas everywhere. I soldiered on nevertheless. You can decide for yourselves whether this sampling of the results was worth the effort. Just keep in mind that it was all for you.