I bumped into a private security guard shortly after taking these shots. He told me I needed a permit to photograph the shopping center. Citing terrorism as the reason.

Well I don’t have one. I don’t plan on purchasing one. So I guess that means I’ll be seeing you in court skipper.

On a completely unrelated note, I also witnessed a man up sticks and run away from his spouse on this night. They were crossing the street towards me, I heard her say something harsh under her breath. A few minutes later I saw them on an opposite corner. She started yelling: “Goddamnit Chris! You have the house key, take me home!” At which point the man, with his back straight and his chin up, broke into a run, never to be heard from again.


The first time I came here was also probably the first time I realized how much I adored the little woman shuffling up to the hidden gate switch. I don’t think it would’ve ever occurred to me that within a few years this would be the location where I would announce to her family that I’d asked her to marry me and she had said yes. No, at the time I was too busy turning the soil, plucking the sprouts of a prolific oak tree, singing to myself. I wanted to come back, sit on the patio and write or maybe play my guitar. That was the first impression this place ever had on me.