Last weekend I went on a bit of a photo excursion with my friend Kha. It was the first time I’d gone out strictly to take pictures in ages and wow, did it feel good to carry my camera with purpose.

On the other hand, it also made me feel so rusty. Had all these years of studying the art of photography left me? I wandered through parks and shanties trying to find something that caught my eye, something that felt like home.

It wasn’t until the end of the day that I felt I was finally getting the swing of things… under the 805 freeway and in a seemingly abandoned construction zone.