Transport
In 2014 , after my old Volvo was totaled, I rode the bus to get around until I got new wheels. It was something I looked forward to everyday, because it was an experience teeming with life, loss, humanity, and mystery. This is bearing witness to that beauty.
A small note written about the experience:
Taking public transportation involves a paradox, everyone riding together while conducting their personal trajectories alone. Most people have a destination, though they look like they are waiting to see if that place actually exists. It's an expression permeated by the unknown, quietly surrendering to being human and wondering if it is heaven or hell around the corner. So much is said without uttering a word when maintaining the unspoken rules of personal space on public transportation. The hours spent in transit become a metaphor for one’s personal journey through life. Anyone watching this can see the beauty in everyone that boards the bus and what they bring. . . reflecting on what is known and what is unknown until it’s time to go.
A small note written about the experience:
Taking public transportation involves a paradox, everyone riding together while conducting their personal trajectories alone. Most people have a destination, though they look like they are waiting to see if that place actually exists. It's an expression permeated by the unknown, quietly surrendering to being human and wondering if it is heaven or hell around the corner. So much is said without uttering a word when maintaining the unspoken rules of personal space on public transportation. The hours spent in transit become a metaphor for one’s personal journey through life. Anyone watching this can see the beauty in everyone that boards the bus and what they bring. . . reflecting on what is known and what is unknown until it’s time to go.