I have found the city of Victoria and it’s architecture to be a significant inspiration for me. There is something that strikes me as I wander those streets with my camera that pushes the photographer in me to see things differently. I find the parts of a city that are on the edges of survival to have a truth in them that is so much more beautiful than the manicured lawns and refinished driveways of suburbia. The texture of this wall jumped out at me as a wonderful background to the three black openings of the windows. The texture of the glass that remains in the windows provides an interesting counterpoint to the yawning darkness below. The rusty stains around the edges and the lichens growing on the window sills bear silent testimony to dozens of winters, to hundreds of eyes looking out, to the arms resting on summer evenings watching the city walk by.