Right before I took this photo of the railroad bridge leading to St Paul, I walked under the Robert Street bridge to the right.  It was a warm summer night, and there was a group of homeless people who’d set up a tent city under the bridge.  Friendly guys, I talked to them for a few minutes.  I’m sure that’s no great life, but at that moment, camping out by the river on a beautiful night didn’t seem like a bad idea.