Age is often not seen as beautiful.
We are accustomed to shiny new things....the latest fashion....smooth skin.....
no dents, bumps or bruises.
As things wither, age or decay, their perceived beauty often wanes.
But there is an intrigue in things with history.
They have a story, a life, a flavor all their own.
I happen to REALLY LOVE things with history, with energy from all those who have lived, passed, paused, admired, neglected, touched, rejected, loved.
My life encompasses most tangible things that have history
as I'm inspired to reuse, recycle, upcycle, salvage and repurpose.
In honor of the Magnificence of Age:
Change is a Constant.
.Finding appreciation for EVERything.
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
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A new face of decay.
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New Found Beauty.
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Intensity of Age.
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Ancient Wisdom.
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Layers of History.
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A Grand Story to Tell.
I took these photos in an old building in Pottsville, Pennsylvania. The years drizzled over the surfaces until the metal rusted, the cheery paint peeled, the wood decayed, and the moss grew.
experiencing a communion with its history and a
true appreciation for its years of service.
Drips of water,
splatters of paint,
cracks,
patches,
chips,
splinters and
patinas.