In the early 1980s, photographer Henry Wessel - for the sake of a steady paycheck - frequently commuted from Richmond, California, to San Francisco in the early morning rush hour. Surrounded by other versions of himself - encapsulated drivers making their own way to work - the daily drill seemed daunting and hopeless. With resignation however came inspiration. The monotonous movement of stop-and-go vehicles allowed Wessel a quick peek into the other cars, and for a brief moment - illuminated by the bright axial morning sunlight - he witnessed instances of determination, impatience and blank boredom. And so he began to photograph his fellow commuters as they slowly ploughed through traffic. These circumstances allowed for only a glance, but it is all Wessel's intuitive eye needed.