We are invited to create a series of images that represent our social landscape. I am on a weekend trip to Montréal with my three sisters that corresponds with our Dad's birthday. It's a pilgrimage of sorts, and Mom is supposed to be with us, but she stays at home to nurse a winter cold. These photos are taken from the train while looking out on the things we see along the way. I am taken with the constant flow of graffiti that we see in hard-to-get-to places. It's animated by a trail of melted snowdrops on the window, and the blurred view as we move down the tracks. There isn't time to observe everything carefully — though despite the fleeting gaze, I do notice things — and the perishable views from the train are both ephemeral and lasting.