Day One Hundred and Sixty-Five - just outside Streatham Hill Station, SW2

The housing boom is over.

Day One Hundred and Forty-Eight - just outside Balham Station, SW12

That train-cleaning apparatus in full. Acid? Blimey.

Day One Hundred and Forty-Two - Grosvenor Bridge, River Thames

Pig optional.

Day Seventy-Nine - near Battersea Park, SW8

The I Ching must have been giving me a second chance or something, as I threw 42, Augmenting, again. The train was late so rather than being near Little Ben I was still in transit, just on the south side of the Thames and opposite the QVC building, formerly the ON/ITV Digital building and before that the home of British Satellite Broadcasting. It's called Marco Polo House and I'd never want to work in it for two reasons: it's a horrible example of eighties toytown architecture and is obviously jinxed. Sell your QVC shares now!

On the discman today: AM - Oranger Shut Down The Sun PM - Jesus Lizard Bang

Day Seventy-Seven - where SW2, SW12 and SW16 meet

On the map it's hard to tell exactly which area I was in as the train line flits between the three in a very short distance.

Today's hexagram was 29, Repeating The Gorge. "This is a time of danger that you must confront. Take the risk without holding back. You cannot avoid the obstacle. It will repeat itself again and again. Practice, train, accustom yourself to the danger...you have a connection to the spirits and they will help you...a danger confronted is both a accomplishment and a defence. Now is the time to concentrate and take risks."

Well, I didn't narrowly escape death on the way in, or home. This one puzzles me. What is the danger? Something tangible, or my attitude towards something? I decided to look at the hidden possibility, the inner hexagram using lines 2-5 of the original. This is 27, Jaws, and suggests that "Confronting danger and taking risks contain the hidden possibility of providing nourishment for yourself and others". This chimes with my longer term plans, as they certainly are a danger - giving up my safe job and going to the other side of the world. And the book I was reading on the way to work is about Australia...

On the discman today: AM - Francois Tetaz Wolf Creek OST PM - Tisha Mukarji Miscellaneous Recordings from 2005 (show 20 - scroll down)

Day Seventy-Five - Clapham Junction, SW11

Welcome to I Ching Fortnight on Commuted to Life!

I was beginning to feel that I was getting into a bit of a rut with these pictures. You may not see the patterns but I can, like the amount of pictures I've taken on the way home far outweighing those taken on the way to work. So I was wondering how I could freshen things up and, as is often my way, I started thinking of how musicians escape from the shackles of convention. It didn't take long for me to think of John Cage and his use of the I Ching as a framework for chance in his compositions, and as a method of determining how long each of the three movements of 4'33" should be. How could I use it to bring indeterminacy into my photographic process?

Well, I've done something simple. Each night I will consult the I Ching about my journey to work. The hexagram I end up with will inform that journey and the picture I take, but crucially the number of the hexagram - between 1 and 64 - will denote the minute of the journey when I take the picture. For the first week I'll take pictures on the way to work, on the second week I'll take them on the way home (and throw the coins at work, prior to departure). My journey normally lasts about 55 minutes, so you may end up with some pictures of home or work - contain your enthusiasm, please. For those of you who are interested, I use Stephen Karcher's translation.

Today's hexagram was number 32, Persevering, with a transforming line at the initial six. Quite an apposite one for a commuter I'd say. "This is a time to continue on, to endure on your path and do what is right...be constant, regular and stable. Persist in your way of life or the thing you are doing. This is not a mistake...If you contemplate where and how things persevere, you will see the deep purpose of all the myriad beings." The transforming line suggests that I am going too deep and "must let the situation grow and mature". Fair enough.

The picture, taken during the 32nd minute of my morning commute, shows the platform of Clapham Junction station and, yes, I am heroically, horrifically late. But I've got to keep on keeping on.

On the discman today: AM - Brian Eno Here Come The Warm Jets PM - Brian Eno Another Green World and yes, I have considered an Oblique Strategies week at some point...

Day Fifty-Eight - Just outside Victoria Station, SW1

Sun explodes through the window.

On the discman today: AM and PM - Various Ocean of Sound (Disc 2)

Day Fifty-Seven - Just Outside Balham Station, SW12

I wasn't quick enough to catch the train that was actually being cleaned (too wrapped up in the morning music, a classic avant-prog disc from Belgium), but here's proof that those odd things you see by the side of the track are actually used occasionally.

On the discman today: AM - Aksak Maboul Un Peu de L'Ame des Bandits PM - Jacques Lejeune Blanche Neige - suite musicale en 14 tableaux de jacques lejeune pour dire le conte et danser avec les enfants

Day Thirty-Nine - somewhere near Battersea Park, SW8

Why is it I've taken so many photos around Battersea Park? Well, it's because the train tends to stop either in or near the station for ages, waiting to get into Victoria, and I tend to get bored and take my camera out.

The train stopped here for five minutes this morning. Then, just over the bridge and within sight of platform 9 at Victoria, we sat for twenty minutes for no readily apparent reason. An angry mob circled the driver as he eventually got out of his cab once we were in the station, demanding answers. He said that there were "problems in the station" and that his public address system was broken, honest, he had been making announcements but we couldn't hear them. The way he said it made it clear that it was, in fact, our fault that we couldn't hear him. Got to work in a pretty bad mood, not helped by the ridiculously low seats in the dilapidated old carriages they saw fit to put on today that made my back hurt like billy-o. Mumble grumble.

On the discman today: AM - Various Artifacts of Australian Experimental Music 1930-1973 PM - Belle and Sebastian If You're Feeling Sinister

Day Twenty-Seven - Battersea Park Station, SW8

Battersea Park station. Weird station, pretty much in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the Battersea Dogs Home and some lovely gas holders. Number one in my occasional series, intermediate stations on my commute and no, this is not the series I mentioned yesterday - that's still to come. Hold your excitement in check, true believers.

On the discman today: AM - Area Arbeit Macht Frei PM - The Beatles Anthology-ology (my edited version of the six Anthology discs - two and a half hours instead of six and a half)

Day Three - Nine Elms, SW8

The train stopped just in between the Battersea Dogs Home and Battersea Power Station this morning (both just in Nine Elms rather than Battersea, but oh well) and as I stared out the window, nearly at the Thames, I noticed that I could see the Crystal Palace television transmitter on the horizon. And so, if you squint a bit (or open up the large version of this picture), can you.

On the discman today: AM and PM - Loop A Gilded Eternity