I go on the road, cars catch up to me, signalling, from the highway I go down to the roadside, I look at you, watching you from there. My skin is covered with tan and dust, I did not take water with me, I will wait for the rain. The metal shutter clicks, the film is waiting to be rewinded. To snatch the gaze of those who are with you on a walk is akin to grasping for a hand (or a stalk, or to touching the water). Unselected frames are usually the most valuable.