I drove fully packed. I Unpacked. I worked with some wise, eccentric characters in the morning. We ate a diner. Today was special, I was downtown. As I prepped for before I imagined her madness. On my drive i remembered.  I setup my shoot.   I sat for 2 hours fully set.   I sat in the harsh summer sun.   I didn’t look the world in the eye.   When I tried they wouldn’t look me back. The wind ripped off my sign. It fluttered in the wind, sand got wet by the hydrant.    I sat there.     People walked by.   Students, foreigners.   Grandmothers, old guys, shirtless  tattooed beefcakes  , kids on bikes, die hards skaters.  Downtown     she showed up.  She told me about the peoples.   I talked to myself as I fotographed.   I took months off.   I needed to be hungry I needed to be blind.   I had lost faith in humanity.      I spoke to randoms.   Some didn’t want their photo taken..    they told me their perspective.    I didn’t judge.   They didn’t want people to judge them.   I understood.   There is alot pain in any city.    There it is.   But people that did want to talk, they spoke about dreams, about education, creativity, acceptance.    There is still much to learn.