Lately, I have noticed a bit of a common occurrence when heading back to the car or walking towards the bus stop after a fruitless photo walk. As I pack the camera away back in my bag, I will suddenly come across a scene or two that have to be photo...

For thirty consecutive days, I spent time at a place most of us overlook: The humble bus stop. I stood, walked, lingered, watched, listened. And I took photographs – a lot of photographs. What started out as a modest exercise to practice my photogra...