There's so much that can be observed when riding on the subway in Los Angeles. It's always an emotional experience for me for some reason. Mixed, conflicted opposing emotions always rise up and fall away in a matter of mintues between stops. I often find myself looking for beauty in the moments of all the lonely stares and hustle and bustle trying to find something positive in what often is a depressing experience of measured loneliness. To somehow discover something new and force myself to enjoy the beauty of the moments as they arrive that I'm lucky enough to witness. This time I found it in the beautiful reflections of all the metallic surfaces that can be found in the subway platforms and cars.