The calm before the storm.
Or after the storm. Yes it’s after the storm isn’t it… It’s 10:30am on a Tuesday. With the ordeal of yesterday’s peak-hour commuting now behind me, it’s time to embark on Journey 3. It’s remarkable how much the city changes in a matter of hours isn’t it?
I hate doing 9am starts on a weekday. It’s not the getting up early thing that bothers me… In fact I’d rather get up earlier and do an 8am start just because we haven’t reach maximum pushing and shoving, crowding and cramming, tutting and glaring yet. In some ways I’ve become far too accustomed to the luxury of not having to start every working day at 9am, not having to stand face to face with someone else’s elbow every day. I don’t envy those of you who do, and should I ever find myself in that position I’m not entirely sure my sanity would cope.
Yesterday was a fitting way to start this little project, a baptism of fire if you will. Launching straight in with little to no explanation of what these posts were about however was always how I wanted it to start. I think most of you get what it’s about even without an explanation… Heck a friend even commented on Twitter just after the Journey 1 post saying “I’ve always wanted to do that but with buses…” She got it.
100 Journeys, 100 pictures, 100 things noticed and 100 thoughts catalogued. This is going to be a trip into my inner monologue that rides with me on my travels on the Underground, logged through my smartphone collating places, people, buildings, objects and ideas that catch my eye.
Join me on this hopefully informative, slightly odd and definitely random ride.
– Andy Carter