I was walking behind some practice huts near the music school at Chautauqua and turned, right next to the trash (which you're not supposed to see; it's like seeing Mickey without his head on at Disneyland), and saw this.
I'm not much of an abstract shooter, but for some reason this opportunity spoke to me, the way the lines come together, split apart; the textures of the brick and the gentle slope of the roof behind. I remember so clearly the profundity of the moment as I turned, bathing in the warmth discovery, and said aloud, "Oh. Cool ... Pointy."