Went for a walk around my beloved, priceless Seawall in a foggy, near-monsoon today. It was incredible; the place was almost completely deserted, and thus a whole new and inspiring experience. Walked down one of the set of beach steps and stayed down there for a long while, getting soaked despite my Vancouver rain gear.

That minor hero there up top did the same thing I did, but no umbrella. No boots. No proper jacket. No nothing. Just letting the rain pour down on him, thinking about whatever he was thinking about. Working it all out; or maybe not. Maybe just plain doing what you see.

And I salute him, and I needed to photodocument a scene that may have changed me, and may we all seriously channel him in our most basemented-out, hopeless, homicidal, lonesome, enraged, violently drunk, tediously sober, work-drained, fucked-relationship, sitting-in-the-ER-for-seven-hours moments.

love

nadya