We entered this underpass on a rainy evening, long after the workday crowds had vanished. We heard a guitar begin to play as we reached the bottom of the stairs, and saw a man incongruously dressed in black. Wearing a cowboy hat, he sits alone against a concrete wall that has been scrubbed clear of generations of handbills. I canít recall exactly what he was playing, but it seemed neither country-western or Ukrainian. He seemed very much isolated, almost imprisoned, by the vast empty underpass around him. I made this image with a 20mm wideangle focal length to intensify the scale incongruity present in the scene. It is black and white because the medium perfectly matches the content here.