I was taking reference photos in San Diego’s Balboa Park one morning. I took a break by the fountain and observed a very curious looking man get up from a bench, put on his pack and walk away over a bridge. There was an eerie fog along the ground that was just clearing. I never saw the man’s face. I wanted to, and even followed him. But he never turned. At first I thought he was a homeless person, but it was a different kind of homelessness. I can’t quite explain, but it was almost like he didn’t belong on earth. The whole episode was rather surreal. Back in my studio I was looking through the photos and the idea of him walking into and across the reflecting pool came to me. For all I know he was an ethereal being, briefly touching down on the earth, for my artistic benefit.