Alone on the bus

I've always been terrified of the idea of 'the commute'. Any job I take on must fall outside or inbetween the 9-5 day so that I can avoid what is surely the most miserable and dishearting time to travel. The faces of those suited and booted on the tube at 8am is enough to bring me down for the whole day. At least on a bus you can look at the surroundings, and it is definitely my preferred mode of public transport. Whilst waiting at the bus stop I always find it fascinating looking at those on board, as they gaze in to the distance or busy themselves with their blackberry or the daily paper.

I have found some comfort in taking pictures of people on rush-hour buses because although isolated and seemingly alone in their thoughts, there is a sense of belonging in these pictures. A suggestion that we all suffer the same routines and anxieties. But we all need to look up once and while, start a conversation with the person sitting next to us, and perhaps we can share our loneliness with someone else.

Listening to: 'The Banjolin Song' - Mumford & Sons