Here is today’s flash of inspiration:
Looking through the viewfinder, I couldn’t help but snap shot after shot of the rusted out house. The sun was setting in such a way, scattering a bronze colored glow over the dilapidated hovel, making it look like art rather than the ramshackle place it was. Turning back once more, I snapped one last photo, wondering who had lived there when it was in a livable condition. This part of the south wasn’t known for its hospitality and I could only imagine what kind of sturdy stock you needed to be born with to be able to withstand the harsh conditions.
With my camera in tow, I got back in my car and moved ever on, never knowing where the next unexpected beauty would be found.