Bridge Beauty: Photo Poem 43

Flaky, rotten, beautiful decay: Photo by Noelle

Flaky, rotten, beautiful decay: Photo by Noelle

I can’t resist rotten, rusty, decay. There is so much beauty in what is broken and falling apart. Makes one wonder why we fight so hard our own unraveling.

6 thoughts on “Bridge Beauty: Photo Poem 43

  1. So true, Riverjay. I am sure my approach to my own aging process also affects what I see as beautiful. I like that idea, though, that in every phase there is beauty. Our own growth and depth is formed on our ability to see it. Namaste and thank you for the visit.

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