How far do you have to search for beauty?

It’s not a question of distance, but of perspective.

What is beauty? It’s subjective. Walking home from school, on a pedestrian bridge, under a cloudy sky, hiding in between rails of the wall, a pattern of rain drops that would taken a designer, scientist, or architect countless hours to replicate and still not reproduce, we find the simple home (and trap) of a spider.

We can only imitate nature, we can’t replicate it. When we try to duplicate it, it’s usually a good effort, but just not the same. In the middle of the city, on a boring bridge on an average misty morning and this?

P.S. What’s the best camera? The one you have with you.

Beauty is found in the most obscure of places–or obvious.