“The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.”
— John Cage
A few months ago I was lumbering down a sidewalk through a rather uninspiring stretch of my city, in an uninspired state of mind and cursing half-inwardly at the cars driving speedily through the puddles that lay like landmines alongside me. I noticed this section of a boarded wall surrounding a small construction site. I had to brave my way through a bit of deep snow to reach it but I survived. Some trudge through snow in a quest for food, others to take photos of walls.