Throughout my life the number twenty-six has followed me like a shadow I cannot shake off. From my date of birth, to my passport number (the digits add up to 26), to the bus I take to college, no. 26, which arrives at 26 minutes past the hour. The whole journey takes 26 miles to complete, 13 miles there and 13 miles back, and each bus stop is assigned one of the 26 letters in the alphabet. I took inspiration from both Ed Ruscha’s Twenty-six Gasoline Stations and the uncanny, mysterious photographs made by Gregory Crewdson, in order to create my homage to twenty-six; represented by 26 photographs of 26 bus stops. The shutter was open for a total of 26 minutes (a minute for each exposure).