I was reading yesterday, looking out my window as i'm prone to do, and I saw this guy. And as I was sitting there I realized how much I love things of contrast: here, the red umbrella is more than red on white but a symbol of protection from Blizzerd '06! yet I love the intersection of things seemingly mutually exclusive; not unlike the convergence of the sacred and secular; a nice blend of Calatrava's anthropomorphism and the esoteric contrivances of Raushenberg. And while I wrestle with the complexities of this meeting, I rejoice in the beauty created there in.