At weekend, I visited the Riverside Passage, a reconstructed gas factory wharf sitting at the riverfront of Yangpu District. Around the corner of a concrete bridge, a father was having a picnic with his children on a picnic blanket.

The scene looks weird at the first sight: the narrow space, the iron handrailes, the concrete floor, and the yellowish river compose a place that looks nothing like a picnic spot.
When I walked closely, I saw that the childs were standing with bare feet, watching the ship passing by through the iron gauze. Their father looked at them quietly, with a gentle smile on his face.

Flooded by the carefully edited picnic photos on social media, my mind was wired to associate the word "picnic" with specific commodities/space: be it the delicate blankets, the abundant food, or the soft grass surrounded by nature.
But does it have to be like this?
The family was enjoying their time on this plain, crude bridge with barely any foods/decoration. And they're MORE THAN enjoying it. Children frames countless photos through the iron gauze. Their father frames the best moments of the family life. The best moments of the life can be experienced and captured not only through phone camera but also through the ordinary sceneries just like wire gauze.
Inspired by the family picnic, I started to see things differently:






And I start to notice those ordinary but beautiful patterns/frames, which inspire me to create a p5js sketch:



