Scrambled down to Harbourfront after watching a couple schooners cruising in from the office window. Caught up to this one with an EFS 10-22 lens and a Hoya polarazing filter…

Not knowing why you’re doing what you’re doing, while you’re doing it: isn’t that madness? Holding on to a slime-covered rock at the bottom of a lake, pondering the balance between the weight of sodden corduroy and cotton and the buoyancy of your lungs and the water sliding under your belly to wedge you up, under your chest, telling you this is silly, that it’s a little thing, they’re your friends, let go.