For reasons I can’t explain yet, sometimes images seem to storm towards me. The short walk from Vienna’s Westbahnhof to the Westlicht Gallery was such an occasion, so was the way back from the Hundertwasser Haus, where I found the beach mural. And as Kirk Tuck wrote some time ago, it seems to work especially well when walking alone. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy talking with friends about images or imaging challenges, but walking and seeing is different.