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.
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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.
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Like the poet said, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Indeed…
Just part of the beauty in the appearance of things during their visual life cycle.
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.
Would have to agree Noelle. So you could say with age comes wisdom and beauty, for anyone who sees it.
Indeed, my friend.