From the ruins of the Sutro Baths it had looked like a piece of driftwood. Driftwood worn smooth with the tide's ebb and flow; steady down the California coast. Seaweed hung around the edges where the water departed, leaving the damp sand to sparkle like obsidian.
From the ruins of the Sutro Baths it had not looked like the headless sea lion it was. It had not smelled of the sea and rot. It was merely a shape.
I got close. Close enough to see. I slid down the sandstone face of the cliff around Sutro. Through the purple flowers...
I took this picture this evening not long before the polling stations closed in the Quebec election. The location is Champlain Boulevard in the Pointe-Saint-Charles district, where the Atwater pedestrian bridge crosses the Lachine Canal.