During a recent discussion of the brutalist style of architecture (the discussants all hated it, some quite passionately) I found myself reflecting on the fascinating variety of aesthetic standards people use.
The most beautiful structure I have ever seen was the hazard-orange rain tarp 75 feet off trail just below tree line in the Presidentials, where a stranger let me shelter overnight. It was an aesthetic monstrosity. It clashed vigorously with the environment, made a constant flapping noise in the wind, and would have won no awards for durability, but it allowed me to replace 2 layers of wet clothing with 1 dry layer and 1 dry sleeping bag. I stayed safe, warm, and dry (despite heavy rain and a temp of 45 Fahrenheit) while I cooked a small meal and slept through the storm.
Her trust and hospitality saved me from having to hike another 2-3 hours above tree line over a summit in soaking rain to an open hut in the next col where I had intended to spend the night. We exchanged food and trail tips but not names. An example of what hikers call trail magic.