Impression

Impression, Rust and decay, pareidolia

“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)