I had a professor in a religious studies class on Zen Buddhism who was fond of saying, “It’s all in how you look at it.” Here are two examples of looking.
The early sun shining through the bushes makes splotches on the wall which look, from the window by my writing desk, like a bouquet. A pleasant illusion. It reminds me how much of art, including poetry, is a matter of illusions. Illusions which convey truth, we want to be believe. This is what we artists strive for.
One of the hikes in my area leads to the ruin of an abandoned house. Here I’m looking out from the house, and thinking about frames. Did the people who lived in this house see what I see? The way we frame a subject affects what we see.
Two pictures from southern New Mexico and a few thoughts for your enjoyment.