This is a picture from the 18th floor of the Sheraton in Montreal. The city has the spirit of Boston and New York, but it's a bit feistier.
A cornucopia of ideas all in one drawing!
I had the deepest existential moment when I took this picture. I am a man. I love, and all those I love will die. I hate, and I know it does me no good. I feel so that I may live, but I too will die. The thought that every woman I ever kissed, ever loved will die really influenced this shots inclusion of the local martyr (Ignacie). To think that with arms outstretched I can hold someone, and they may hold me. That we may love, but it's all going to wither, it just plain hurts.
I dream things that never were and ask why not?
