I seemed to have developed an immense liking for bus stops. This is my third bus/ bus stop related post! And I never even use this particular mode of transportation.
So bus stop seats. Why? Good question.
Sometimes in the evenings, I go for a walk. It usually involves me, music in my phone and a sidewalk, nearly a kilometer long. Sometimes my camera likes to tag along.
One particular evening, my camera wanted to try some long exposures. But the tripod was sick and didn’t want to venture out in the dark. So we found these empty bus stop seats, for support.
We were both happy with the photographs.
It was late, I decided to return home. Walking back, we reached another bus stop. It had different kind of seats. The camera wanted to click those.
You shouldn’t let your camera take over your head. Imagine the amount of weird stares I got from all those strangers at the traffic signal.
I finally decided to walk ahead. Again we crossed a bus stop. It had different seats too. My camera gave me a look that said, ‘Let’s click this bitch! We iz going to be rich!’
And so we did. That is when I decided to see if the other bus stop seats on the same stretch of road were different too.
Thus began project bus stop seats!
I began taking my camera along for walks every day. After long patience-requiring waits, I finally managed to click the most crowded bus stops, crowd-less.
Ironically, the most crowded bus stop on this street had no seats! .
Regular people from the street, like vegetable vendors, stuffed animal sellers, auto-wallas and fellow evening walkers were now accustomed to me and my camera. The weird stares had now reduced. Even I had begun to notice these people more. A kid, who sold vegetables on the street,t usually wore a checkered green shirt. His mother had beautiful long hair, always neatly braided into a thick plat. As the weeks progressed into the summer, the guy with a sugarcane juice cart had propped up with his family.
These commuters, apparently, did not care that I had my camera pointed at their backs, while they waited for their bus.
This bus stop is significant. It means that I ‘ve reached home. Again no seats.
A week after clicking this, I found out this place to be completely dug up by the corporation guys.
It was now inhabited by the dog mafia. If they formed a political party and decided to stand for the current elections and rule the humans of the earth, they’d have my vote.
I did not know where to stop. So I let my feet decide.
It was my camera’s idea to include my shadow in the picture. He can be brilliant at times!
I have been doing this, almost for a month now! What have you been up to guys?