Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.
Without shame, I have hijacked Susan T. Landry's idea of shadow visuals for my own, not-clearly-thought-through purposes.
Shadows and the sense of weather leaning in with too much weight; a drunken suitor, a tense salesman short of his quota. Today it all seems to be symbol and metaphor. Projections and predictions.
And a heart-shaped shadow, cast by an object nothing like it.