When I was in college I couldn’t afford my own car so, for 4 years, I rode the public bus everywhere. It was one of those things that was incredibly uncomfortable and hard to endure at the time (standing for 45 minutes, in the rain, with no umbrella, because you are waiting for a bus…and it is one of the 5 days every year that San Diego decides to let it rain, is not my idea of fun…) However, it is also one of those experiences in my life that I wouldn’t take back for the world. It made me talk to people that otherwise I would probably never have contact with. More then that though, I really began to appreciate those people because they taught me so much.  It was on my daily bus rides that I realized that the old man slumped over, dressed in a battered jacket and tennis shoes so worn they barely stay on, or the Hispanic lady dressed in a maids uniform who looked at me with tears in her eyes, or the business man who would chatter my ear off, we all have something in common.  We are all just people.  People just trying to make it in this crazy world. 

When I was doing a maternity photo shoot the other day in North Park we had a brief engagement with a very friendly older man.  I asked him to jump in the picture and he did.  I loved it.  Something about that encounter just  made me want to go and ride the bus again. 

Here is the picture I snapped.