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                                                   "Late night traffic jams get a face."

Cinematic Moment:  "CM Illustrated Week" Postcard #10

On days I would commute back upstate from work to the house in the country, I took the bus.  The ride was almost 2 hours each way if you count traffic and stops, which was a blessing in the morning for a long nap, but a curse on the way back when all you wanted to do was be home.  During those days, I rarely saw my house in the daylight.  

Around the time of this sketch, I had put in my 2 weeks notice and was beginning to really pay attention to the things I had gotten so accustomed to seeing that I'd stopped looking at.  I wanted to ingrain them in my memory so I wouldn't forget this phase of my life.  The triangle shaped glass office building we passed everyday, going over the Hudson in the morning with it's sinister haze, the Greek men in my office who had my bagel ready to go before I even ordered it and always made me laugh.  Even something as mundane as the red tail lights on the cars in front of the bus became intriguing to me.  They gained a sort of alien facial structure.  It struck me as something I wanted to remember.  Even now, when I'm on the road I search for faces in the red lights.