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Every so often I’ll take a photo and I’ll think, yes, this is the best photo I’ve ever taken. And of course I won’t know for sure until I get the film back and I’ll just hope and hope and hope for anywhere up to seven days that the light hit the film just right and the world will get to see what I saw: a moment in time when patterns emerge and lines and colours and light and shade are aligned and that I am the luckiest person because I got to see it.

This is one of those photos, taken on a Tuesday afternoon in San Diego while walking alone down suburban streets. After I took this photo I swam 1km in my hotel pool and then floated on my back and watched the clouds swirl in the wind like just stirred coffee and then tinge golden as the sun set. After I swam I drank whiskey in an empty bar and chatted to the bar tender whose name was Kevin and I felt glamorous for a while, maybe 30 minutes, probably less.

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  1. i know exactly what you mean – that feeling is intoxicating enough, in and of itself, isn’t it? and getting to see those perfect images with my own eyes makes up for any other crap that life throws my way, routinely. even when the photos don’t turn out (damn cellphone camera lenses), knowing you saw it at all, when maybe no one else saw how perfect + beautiful + awesome it was…that makes life worthwhile, always.

    i’m still so happy to get to see things through your eyes; see what patterns + shading + colours + perfection you find in your travels, wherever they may be. the photo you took for me (a million years ago, it seems!) is still one of my faves. it’s like it was made for me, which i guess it was? (the filing cabinets on the sidewalk, taken as part of your ‘for sale’ project. LOVE.) so yeah, thanks for always having awesome eyes, and a camera around to record what they see. <3

    June 18, 2013
  2. the light on that mirror. yes. this is amazing. and those feelings are so good. “maybe 30 minutes, probably less.” haha yes. i had a similar feeling sitting at an empty bar one late afternoon, my favourite bar i used to go to alone all during my 20s, i sat in it one more time alone, the day before i left toronto for good. x

    June 18, 2013
  3. Tyler #

    Perfect perfect perfect perfect.

    June 18, 2013
  4. A #

    We don’t know each other, but you’ve inspired me for years. This post is maybe the best you’ve done. I resisted the urge to comment last night, but kept thinking about it through to today and had to let you know that what you do in this space touches people. Best wishes – to you, your father, and all the souls that are wandering and hoping and wanting and reaching. xo

    June 20, 2013
  5. Dan #

    Superb — only through you could we see this. Just superb.

    June 20, 2013
  6. vic #

    Lindsay, Sheila, Tyler, A, Dan, THANK YOU.

    June 20, 2013
  7. cyndy #

    What’s under the cover? Now that intrigues me. Nice shot Vic.

    June 21, 2013
  8. sounds like a sofia coppola script! lovely though, lady. x

    June 21, 2013
  9. Brian F #

    I am so glad I could see this, too. So great.

    And I’m also happy to read your words about the rest of that day.

    July 3, 2013

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