Missed encounters

by Charlene Winfred

I’ve spent most of my life riding buses and trains, and they have been a remarkable window through which to observe the rhythms and rituals of daily life. 

Back when I had a permanent home base, it was about the possibility of connection. If circumstances permitted, and we found ourselves in conversation, how much would we have in common? What stories would we ultimately end up sharing?

These days, in constant motion from one temporary abode to another, these photographs are mostly about the possibilities of disconnection. Windows frame narratives held at bay by glass, so I look at what I will probably never get to see, not knowing what I don't know. How much can I discern about what people are thinking by simply looking at them? And ultimately, if leaving is the end game of this life in perpetual transit, does it matter?