Sunday Postcard is a new project where I share a photo and story each week.
View from the Belmont stop, October 2015
Every weekday for two and a half years, I caught the Purple Line Express to Evanston. There was one couple in their mid-thirties who took the same route. If they were waiting when I got to the platform, I knew I’d be on time to work. In my second summer, the woman was pregnant and had a baby. For several months the man rode alone while she was on maternity leave. I got to glimpse a small piece of their lives every morning. This photo is from the last day I commuted on that route. Though we never spoke, I think of that couple as often as I remember the sunrises over the lake.
View from the Belmont stop, October 2015
Every weekday for two and a half years, I caught the Purple Line Express to Evanston. There was one couple in their mid-thirties who took the same route. If they were waiting when I got to the platform, I knew I’d be on time to work. In my second summer, the woman was pregnant and had a baby. For several months the man rode alone while she was on maternity leave. I got to glimpse a small piece of their lives every morning. This photo is from the last day I commuted on that route. Though we never spoke, I think of that couple as often as I remember the sunrises over the lake.
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