“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
― Tennessee Williams
There’s something inherently beautiful about the decaying, the abandoned, and the forgotten. It’s not just the textures, patterns, and colors that are in abundance that intrigues, but also the untold stories.
Items and places in ruins hold memories we cannot hope to uncover but possess limitless potential. From the mundane to the extraordinary, there is a sense that these totems of the past have seen all and are bursting at the seams with past knowledge. Wisdom that will remain forever untapped.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
― Henry David Thoreau
Finding beauty in your everyday life can be difficult. You’re bound to get caught up in the routine, the tasks, the “have-tos.” It’s easy to overlook the way that light catches that piece of paper in the office in just that right way, or the one solitary leaf that has found its way to the middle of the parking lot.
I tend to miss them as well, but when they’re revealed to me that’s where I find grace. A moment of respite from the un-ending churn to appreciate the simple, the delicate, the beautiful.