jkatkina

Going out today in the midst of the heavy rain was something. In our neighbourhood, at the top of a hill with no tall buildings around, the rain was a ubiquitous, shimmering curtain that created a fuzz at ground level where the concrete bounced it back up. The air was bright with diffuse, cloudy light and the world hatched with subtle, perfect verticals.

There are things in a place that are obviously, immediately beautiful; I love those well enough, but better are the ones that it takes you years of immersion to notice.