When I lived in Boston I lived at the tail end of the Orange Line: Forest Hills. That meant that I was almost always guaranteed a seat when I boarded the train (and if I couldn't find myself a seat then, I knew that we were in for a bad ride, indeed). I always felt a bit sorry for those people who got on at Ruggles or Back Bay when the train was almost already full. No subway knitting for them, I thought.
When I moved to Astoria I once again lived at the end of the line: Ditmars. I was still almost always guaranteed a seat, and the long commute meant that I had lots of time to knit.
In Brooklyn, however, things are different. I'm mere steps (to use realtor parlance) from the 2/3 at Grand Army Plaza or the B and Q trains at 7th Ave. We're living in a super location--maybe the best urban spot I've lived in to date (although I gotta say, Astoria wasn't far behind). My commute is the shortest its ever been. If I change to the 4/5 at Nevins I'm looking at a total of six stops. Six stops! That's like, nothing. Six stops didn't even get me out of Queens.
So, not that I'm complaining or anything, but just like those people getting on the train at Ruggles, I seldom get a seat now. And when I do, I'm off the train so fast that there's little time for subway knitting.
There's little time for picture taking either. Look, dude, get out of my frame, will ya?
Oh, the challenges of subway knitting! Perhaps I'll just have to learn to knit while standing.