I was walking in a gentrified part of Toronto one morning and coming on to this vacant garage I looked over briefly, thought "there's nothing" and walked on a few feet. I went back and got closer. Looking in the waist level finder the whole scene was transformed...well, to me anyhow. It was the chairs and don't ask, I have a "thing" for chairs.
I love the random positioning and especially love the one chair almost hidden in the back. Maybe the mundaneness of the scene is the hook with the painted blue facade and bamboo office chairs. Everything is so perfectly static. I get a sense of peace looking at the image.