Headed home on the 550 to downtown. The middle seats of the accordion buses never fail to amuse me. The hand rails that divide the rows always force passengers to sit uncomfortably close to each other during rush hour.

This photo doesn’t quite capture the humor of the situation, but I see this tiny old woman every day and admire her flair for style. She appears to have very few teeth, if any, but always smiles at me when I board the bus. Also difficult to see in this photo is how she tends to accessorize each of her otherwise simple outfits in brilliant ways.