I was startled by this turn of conversation, for if people pay me any attention at all, it is usually with a "What're you doin'?" or a raised eyebrow. Though this would have been an excellent occasion to speak eloquently, my brain went into "d'rhurhurhur" mode, and I merely agreed. "That's right," I said.
"That's great," he continued, "how you can see beauty in things most people can't. I wish I could see what you see."
This was nailed to a tree. Since the apartment building on the property was very boring, I like to think that the dude lived in a treehouse which has since disappeared.