i take the bus every morning. i’ve gotten to the point where i personally experience milgram’s familiar strangers, and my ears perk at the distinct squeal of brakes approaching from seven blocks away. each day, to start anew.
i’ve created a waiting for the bus (series) to catalogue small discoveries and unexpecteds. this image, taken this morning, is one of my favourites. the stain becomes alive, a creature long-limbed-ly insouciant.