I treasure the discovery of moments of beautiful decay. Berlin is full of examples of things that seem to have been forgotten or looked past for decades and the signs from the past patiently wait to be noticed. How did this pile of bike parts become a heap coated with rust on the sidewalk? What can we tell from the side of the building that shows where the former rooms from the adjacent building once were? How many times has this wooden front door swung open to allow someone in or out? If a picture can tell a thousand words, what can the beautiful decay tell us?
