Commuters
A bridge is the beginning of a journey Over a river bigger than the Rubicon But it is the symbol that matters not the water The early morning on Chelsea Bridge Watching the commuters hauled in The joggers running like zombies Photo Hugh Ardoin The Urban Landscapes Gallery
Each week brings its own share of stormy weather While I wander in London I often end up on the Millennium Bridge Where the weather puts on a show for the gawkers and the harrowed commuters The weather does not care about who you are and how heavy your heart is It will send its […]
The favourite game in Asuncion is bus-spotting The harsh light of sunset keeps commuters guessing Finding the right number is almost like winning the lotto Scanning the deep end of the avenues for a sign to refuel hope Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery
In the stifling noon haze of Harmattan days A desert princess pushes a gender-unfriendly bike on the sandy sidewalk Steadily advancing against the wobbly resistance of the machine Her mind set on her distant goal with the determination of the desert people Somewhere at the far end of the world commuters ride air-conditioned public transport […]
This is not the Hogsmeade station hastily buried in the London night It is the South Kensington station hiding from the curious onlookers Swallowing and disgorging its flow of dazed commuters into further darkness There is no school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it has been long closed for malpractice Now stands the ‘Lycée Français’ in […]
The city spreads its railroads like tentacles deep into suburbia To catch fresh commuters in the morning and drag them to work To disgorge them exhausted and hollow on the platforms of evening From the Junction, London is like a T.S. Lowry painting, poetic but hopeless The blue collars have long been swallowed by the […]