Earlier quoted context omitted.
This is ultimately a study in bias and how we choose to take pictures of the same things.
I once stopped my car (in the middle of the city) to take a photo of an old, bright red truck over the crest of a steep hill. The woman who lived in the house I parked in front of asked if it was a class assignment, because several people had apparently stopped that afternoon to do the same. I thought that more beautiful than the photo itself.
It also tells us sometimes we fail to see the beauty around us.
