Light changes the appearance of things, as shown in these photos I took yesterday. What initially caught my eye was the gleam that obliterated detail as sunlight hit the stone tiles above the windows.
(Update: I noticed a few days later, when it was overcast, that what had looked like tiles in bright sunlight was actually squares of glass block.) I walked a little farther up the hill and decided to take a longer shot to remind myself of the bigger picture.
Then I noticed that just this slight resulting change in angle was enough to remove the glare while highlighting the design details more than usual.
As a side comment, one of the people killed this week in San Bernardino was my second cousin. Taking photos of little things like this that strike me during the day and maybe posting them on my blog feels really trivial until something happens to force reflection on the point of being alive.
You breathe in, you breathe out. You love. You work. You go about your daily routine. Nothing of earth-shattering importance much of the time. You try to treat others well and honor the Creator and all of creation in everything you do. Large and small. Significant and inconsequential.
Rinse, repeat. So mundane. So profound.