At the Roadside
I have two ways to get to work, and one of them leads me along that red-brick house and the plants in front of it. I pass this place regularly, and only some weeks ago, when I was not on my way to work and had my camera with me I noticed the beauty of it – the contrast of the yellow blossoms and the red bricks.
On the photo everything looks much nicer than in reality – the red brick building has a lot of graffitis on it, and people don’t always use the trash can for throwing things away. But – stop: isn’t such a photo digging out and rediscovering the beauty of things, a beauty which we have already banned from our mind? Which we do not see anymore? Do photos help us see reality again?
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