I spent a Saturday on Nicollet Ave. As I photographed person after person, Rick sat on a bench watching the interactions. I asked him if he had a message he wanted to share, but he declined, content to just watch. After about 30 minutes he said he would like to participate. Just then his wife returned from shopping. She is waiting in the background. I love the depth of his message. The vulnerable hope that I have learned is inside every one of us.