I don't know why I like this picture so much. I don't know why I even took this picture. I don't even remember what I was thinking while I was taking it. This was from an adobe house that we passed by on my camping trip. This house was in a Tule Elk ranch. I just saw this fuse box and for some reason I took out my camera and took a picture. Maybe it's the rust and the pealing paint or the dead grass at the bottom that makes me look at this picture. I'm still not sure. There is so much going on in this picture even though the fuse box doesn't work, the grass is not growing and the integrity of the paint is obviously diminishing. Everything is dying, but there is so much life.
We ended up having a small lecture in front of this house about the importance of how we live our day to day lives. One of the professor's on our trip called it our, "window of perception." It could also be described as negligence and/or ignorance to the world around us. We don't see the things and the people for who they are, but for what they're labeled as (their stereotypes). We can more efficiently increase our intelligence just by listening and observing to understand other people rather than accepting stereotypes. I'm not sure if I'm describing it right, but nonetheless that is what I got out of it...
I guess by listening and observing we may also find beauty in even the most lifeless things.
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