Like a glass of water:
Tall, cool, condensated.
Fluid,
But with a clinking cluster of ice cubes.
Someone needs to take a gulp.

“Waiting with baited breath; you make everything seem more real.”

Our Lady of Guadaloupe, Mexico City.

Tajineras in Xochimilco, Mexico City.

Vancouver can be sad and beautiful, and often is both at once.

Taken with iPhone. Vancouver, BC. April 2011.

Aerial Ecstasy.

A complicated entanglement of cloud and coast. Shoreline contours, their sensual curves, dip seductively into inlets. Jutting islands, rugged peninsulas—they climb out. Sunshine grazes their tips and peaks and other areas seen only from above.

Photo: Haida Gwaii, BC.

“I am privileged to be among your small handful of people. Don’t worry, you can hold on tight, I won’t slip through your grasp.”

“Teetering on the very thin line between everything and nothing—a thread, or maybe a hair—I’m bound to fall head first, one side or the other.”

Bomb.

Exit Skytrain. Descend stairs. Flashing lights, blue and red, across the street. Enter building. Escalator. Elevator. Door. Desk. Computer. Email.

Where is everyone? Missed call. No reception.

Voicemail: “Hey. Whatever you do, don’t go into the office today. There has been a bomb threat. It will probably take a few hours to sweep the building, so just work from home until further notice.”

Jacket wallet cellphone keys umbrella run.

“I want to capture everything I know about this generation, cork it in a champagne bottle, christen a boat and then sail the fuck outta here.”