Photo Journal: In Transit

One Friday morning, I asked five people where they just came from and where they were going to. Understandably, a few were hesitant to tell me, while others were very open. Whether they were coming from school or from home, they all took the train to get to their destination. As I stood on the platform, I was fascinated by the diversity and amount of people we exchange milliseconds of our day with at the station.

-Natalie Murao


Kara: I was at home on Commercial Drive. I’m going to meet someone at Joyce Station.


Spencer & George: We were at home, in Vancouver! We’re going to The Fish House in Stanley Park for Dine Out.


Anisha & Shavia: We just came from school. We’re originally from India, but we’re doing our Masters here. We’re going home now.


Yefri: I was at Commercial Drive and 1st Avenue. I’m going to Granville Street, I work at the Keg.


Anita: I just finished class at the S.F.U. Burnaby campus. I’m going to the Downtown library to study for midterm exams.

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