There’s just an ordinary bridge we cross going into and out of Chicago:
But when I really looked at it, I found that I liked its “bones.” Also, that I liked the view of it through the shaded top of the windshield.
I like this less cropped version too:
It’s just an old, rusty bridge, but . . .
. . . when you look closely, there’s some beauty there.
Sometimes “the best” isn’t readily apparent — we have to really look for it.
May we look for the best, even when it isn’t readily apparent, in people too!