Sometimes I stopped to take a picture at different angles. Sometimes I pointed my camera through a square hole in the battlements to emphasize a heap of broken bricks laying in dirt or the remains of a ruined tower. Sometimes I even had a keen eye for detail like an inconsiderable yet imaginable object with quirkiness, or a peculiar leaf with inspiring lines and colors peeping between two twigs. Too often when I discovered something obscure like that, I saw myself.