I haven’t really been able to shoot much at all over the past few weeks. Life has been hectic lately. In any case, here’s a new old picture. I took it about five years ago, on one of my first visits to San Francisco.

Now, I’ve always said that if there ever was a personal Hell for me, Christian-style, it would pretty much have to be set in a never-ending shopping mall. There’s very few things in this world that unnerve me quite as much as malls, mall culture, and everything associated with them. I do a pretty good job avoiding them in my day-to-day life and when I absolutely must go to one of them, I pretty much treat it as a ninja mission. Go on, chop some heads off, and get out as quickly as possible.

Now I don’t remember the precise reason that led me to that mall 5 years ago. It’s been too long. I do remember taking this picture though, leaning my trusty old (3 1/2-megapixel) Olympus E-10 on the railing and hoping for the best. I had just met Marina and we were spending one of our first weekends together, wandering around the city lost in a never-ending conversation about anything and everything.