Sometimes the most ordinary things take a turn for the marvellous.
My family and I went north to our cottage for Thanksgiving. (Canadian Thanksgiving, I should point out – I don’t want to confuse my friends south of the border.) Our cottage is in Muskoka (roughly), and from Toronto we drive north along a very uninspiring highway. Just north of Barrie we pulled in to a service station so my dad could grab a coffee to keep him awake for the rest of the drive. Service stations also tend to be uninspiring. However, just to one side of the parking lot was a lot filled with discarded masonry and weeds. The setting sun was directly behind a large concrete stanchion, and the effect was extraordinary. If anyone had told me that you could make a fantastic picture out of a piece of broken concrete in the late afternoon I would have sighed and said, “Yeah, if you’re Ansel Adams, maybe”. And yet, there it is.
Live and learn.