Any arc may contribute to a form of architectural grace and to my mind and eye, contour, shadow and line that can repeat and interweave with another can become a gentle story of rhythm and contrast.
I had walked through this open gate to look up to see what possibility there would be of some direct sunlight pouring through it. There was one small patch of blue in the midst of an expanse of grey, and I had hoped that it would hold its position to allow just a 5 second window of sunlight to back-light the gate, and thus turn it to silhouette and drench the wall in pink evening light.
It did so and my photograph came into being. Prior to that small gift of light I had seen this open gate without sunshine, and under overcast light it seemed soulless and meant nothing.