The art of the ordinary

I went for a walk in my neighbourhood tonight, trying to capture some ghoulish figure or revolting skeleton in preparation for Halloween. I even photographed a couple of them. Then I continued playing with the camera, taking pictures of nothing and anything. As I was selecting the picture for tonight, I could not bring myself to bypass this specific one. The colours of it I don't think I could recreate as the other pictures were whiter. There is something about it that in my eyes, maybe not in yours, but in mine looks like basic art, the art of the ordinatry. Maybe it is what is called the poetry of daily life. It is that for me. I see and it is a grace to do so.