My brisk morning walk to the office from Ansley Park, where I street park my car, (no pun intended) was interrupted by a sudden splash of sunlight, which burst through the trees like a revelation. The plant at the fence, to which I never paid attention to, suddenly came alive, showing off all the structural beauty of its leaves.  I put down my briefcase and got on my knees, turning the camera on: the magic light might disappear any minute now. I tried different angles, different patterns, different leaves… After I finished shooting, I noticed an old gentleman, both hands on a walking cane, looking at me with a conspicuous interest.

"I'm watching you for quite a while now", he smiled, "What have you found in my flower?"  I explained that the soaked through with the sunlight leaves so delightfully exposed their gorgeous structure. But moreover, the interplay between the brutal graphics of the chain link fence shadow and the soft organic lines of the plant created an interesting, very tense relationship between the two.

"Thank you, my friend", the old gentleman nodded his head, "I learned something today", and he slowly walked away.

"I learned something today myself", I muttered with my thick Russian accent and rushed to the office.