“One can theorize about beauty all day, but words are weak and at day’s end one will go out into the blue and golden and multifarious world, and one will know with the responsive heart, before there is time for words, what is and isn’t beautiful.”

In this photo we see the light arc from black to black. The square repeated, inside itself, alongside its kin. Even toned. Sky equals concrete; wall equals shrub. & silhouette. It is too centered for my way. It is within the “dead center”… here he breaks away from IT, and remains easy to see. it is easy to locate the seen in profile.

But, he did go out and find.