Sometimes the amount of talent hidden below the New York concrete is easy to overlook and ignore. On my way home, I navigated through swarms of people to get to this crowded platform during rush hour. As I was walking, I heard the trombone playing in the background and I immediately thought about photographing the musician. I gave him a dollar then pointed at my camera. He nodded his head, giving me the OK to photograph him. I took a few shots then walked away. I realized afterwards that I didn't even listen to him play. It gave me a fucked up feeling to know that I ignored his artistry in pursuit of my own. This serves as a reminder to slow down and pay more attention to the brave folks who are willing to share their gifts with the world.