Roc City's abandoned subway

05/20/2020

This reminds me of some artwork I used to see in the tunnels. At one point I came across the guy who creates the television pieces and he actually has a tattoo of one of his works of art! Does anyone recall Tel-Lie-vision graffiti?

01/24/2020

05/02/2019

Quick FYI... I hoped to take a friend through the subway today, but a security guard in a car parked at the west end told us no. Apparently, a documentary is being filmed in the tunnel (he thought it was about the homeless but wasn't sure). He said security will likely be there through May. Personally, I'm hoping the documentary is about the subway itself.

06/22/2018

04/03/2018

Would you go on a date in the subway tunnels? I did once lol

03/09/2018

"I fall asleep swallowed by her arms with each setting sun. The moon is the stranger whom lays at the feet of our love. I'm intoxicated with the promise of a future with her eyes. The sea without the pain which has forever strangled me. I hold tight and tomorrow doesn't come? it does for now, but I like to feel her heart bear in time with mine. We are both authors, living on the same page and hanging on the very same word. We create life through love, we play the role of god. she holds my heart with purpose and it has taught, yet again, how to breathe. my youth brought my hope, but my age brought me her lips. They have sealed my wounds and stopped the bleeding of growing up. She has seen my shot with the ribbons of tomorrow. It's not that I got lucky, it's that I fell in love with my best friend. her tongue slips across my skin to remind me that I'm still alive. The dreams I had as a kid have nothing on the reality she has brought to use. I drive her where she wants to go so I can watch the wind dance through her autumn hair. I promise her the stars, so I become a astronomer to get closer to my promise. We dance with the history of the UFO's. My hands define her Monroe hips, as the music guides our soft rhythm. I took her to Paris, but she brought me home to find the scene of a more simple background. She traces my finger tips so she can find me when I'm away. I take pictures of her when she's asleep so I have proof to turn to on rainy Sundays; that life is always worth living. We a statues of opportunity. I need Shakespeare to create the words that justify an explanation for my love. She is my queen. Baby, these are just the start to your kingdom. Every night the thunder breaks my sleep, I burn for the touch of her skin. I miss her in my rest and my desires wake me so I can role over, into her slightly shifted shoulders. The words that drip from her lips find there way glued to my heart. They teach me how to change lives under the glow of carnival lights. We are pilgrims attached with perfection, at the woods with started this all. So, May, the summer lights which have lasted a lifetime, somewhere buried between the obvious is a connection that has showed me who I am.

03/09/2018

The Rochester Industrial and Rapid Transit Railway (RSB), known simply as the Rochester Subway, served as a light rail rapid transit line in the city of Rochester, New York and it was first put to use 1927. Apart from a section that now forms part of Intersection 490, the subway system is abandoned....

02/09/2018

12/27/2017