This is hardly my best photographic effort — and yet I find that I really love it! And I don’t know why — I just do.
There’s something about the combination of the colors, the shapes, the view across the street — I don’t know, perhaps it’s the affection of a mother pig for the runt of her litter? In fact, when I was musing on this strange phenomenon, a song kept running through my head, an old song:
I don’t know why I love you like I do —
I don’t know why, I just do —
To the point where I googled it and found this wonderful rendition on a Youtube of the Dino, King of Cool Dean Martin, in his rich plummy languid voice: