Peeling paint, muted colors, rusty hinges, and brick abstractions. But that’s not the only reason I love this image. I bike past this twice a day, with the morning route taking me just 3 or 4 feet from this wall, and while I’ve zipped past it some 800 times and often thought, hmm, that might be nice to shoot a picture of, I never really, really looked at it till I walked past with a camera. Now I have that small, knowing smile on my face as I speed by, and anytime I really really want to look at the wall, all I have to do is fire up the ol’ computer.