You never know what may be around the next corner. Waiting to cross a street, I spied this girl in her big-city-black ensemble, standing in a graffiti-covered doorway. It looked as beautiful as the most carefully planned fashion shoot. I have mixed feelings about graffiti. In the grittier sections of a city, it strikes me as more ornamental than vandalistic, adding color and pattern to a grim, gray world. What can possibly be wrong with that?