Impression

“A picture
is
the expression
of
an impression.
If
the beautiful
were not
in us,
how
would we
ever
recognize
it?”
(Ernst Haas)

 

Decay
on a
container
behind
a shop
in
the industrial
zone.

You
could see
a face,
or
a woman
with
long
blonde
hairs,
or simply
broken and
peeling
paint
with rust,
or
something
completly
different.

(Day 131/365)