I live an hour away from UBC. Every morning, I get on a bus full of tired faces, backpacks, and monotony. Then, in the evenings, I insert myself into ridiculously long lines of those same people at the campus bus loop. It was during one of these waiting periods when I began thinking about the similarities between the line ahead of me and beehives. I mean, we were all queueing up with a goal in mind – we had to get home after a long day of work. We were traveling, in unison; we were working towards something. When you look up the word ‘hive’, the definition reads something along the lines of “a place in which people are busily occupied”. What better word to describe the swarm of people busily occupied in the act of getting home? 

This aspect of different individuals, each with their own distinctive lives, stories, loved ones, taking up space in an urban setting where they are, for a brief moment, brought together for the same purpose is what I kept going back to when I began thinking about this assignment. In my photo sequence, I wanted to show the organized hives waiting for the bus that would take them home throughout the day. There are photos of different times, different people, different bus routes, different lines – all so distinctive, except for the uniformity of their purpose.