When I was walking round Ashton the other day taking photographs I went into a light trance where everything I came accross- tired mothers pushing strollers, boarded up buildings, graffiti-covered bus stops- seemed wonderfully interesting and significant and beautiful. It was as if I were seeing beneath the skin of things.
Inevitably the pictures I took didn't convey much of this (though one or two of them were OK).
You can't photograph a state of mind.
But that's what I was on about yesterday when I was saying ugliness equals beauty.