I once stopped my car (in the middle of the city) to take a photo of an old, bright red truck over the crest of a steep hill. The woman who lived in the house I parked in front of asked if it was a class assignment, because several people had apparently stopped that afternoon to do the same. I thought that more beautiful than the photo itself.
Or maybe it says that we all see the beauty around us, but we don't notice everyone else seeing it, too. (More than one person stopped, but only two people knew that.)
Why only two? In fact, several of those who stopped to take the picture were also informed by a neighbour (each time a different one) that others had taken the same picture before.
