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|“There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.” ~Conrad Hall|
I often find myself drawn to the beauty of things that others would call imperfect. I’ve shown you a broken seashell, beaches with seaweed, and now I’m showing you this.
Some might think I aimed my camera wrong. ‘Look at those beautiful houses in the background. Surely that’s what she was trying to capture.’ Sure, I noticed those houses. And yes, they are all very lovely. I did take photos of them in fact because their setting is fabulous.
But oddly, as I took photos of the houses, and kayaks, my eye drew my camera to this barbed wire fence. And the houses were only its canvas by then. The island elements have been unkind to this fence. I suspect it has managed to stand through many storms over the years. And the violent winds have pulled at it, twisted it, and twirled it in to a sculpture of sorts. To me, this is art.
I find it intriguing and beautiful. I’m sure that’s symbolic in some way. The fact that I’m drawn to imperfection. I guess we are all imperfect in some way, that the elements have torn and twisted us all over time.
I personally think that our imperfections are what make us unique. I’m a fan of unique. I think we all have a different idea of beauty. Apparently, I just find more beauty in imperfection than I do in traditional beauty.