This is another accidental photograph, like the one posted in Wonder, that produced interesting results. I see it as perhaps an oil painting or a large watercolor. It says almost nothing, which is strangely difficult to achieve. It has one curving splash of color and a piece of my shopping cart in the corner. The rest is completely drab, as patches of highway and driveway are bound to be. It takes cobble stones, I think, to make a bright, happy highway, but you have to be from a place that doesn’t have cobble stones for that to be true. A good museum docent might come up with more, but that’s all I have. The artist in oil or watercolor might make things a bit less distinct, or possibly more distinct according to the medium and his inclinations. At such accidental moments where no thought takes place things truly interesting occur. Without thinking, why do you think that is?