I spent a quick 24 hours in Boston this weekend.  What I was most struck by on this trip was the concentration of repetition and patterns that seem to be integral to the urban environment in contrast to the randomness and diversity of a rural environment.  I haven’t put any thought to how this might be a metaphor for life in the two places, just that I became aware of the rich world of repetitive patterns that surrounded me in the city.  Here’s a relatively subtle example of that from the Seaport district. The photo in this example is too small to see all the patterns in the scene, but it was here as I took this picture that I suddenly began to see patterns everywhere.

Question of the day…

When have you suddenly found yourself seeing the world around you in a different way?