My eye went right to this. I was struck by the rectangles and squares of color, angles, and textures. I noted how the aging process deepens lines, adds character. I was oddly comforted by the thought not only of the stage at which I came to witness it, but how it all began, and how it would continue after I left. It all distills down to a process of returning, doesn’t it?
The bright and shiny freshly red painted cut wood and formed metal. The sharp angles, nuts and bolts and nails snugly connecting lengths of wood. Tight, bright, function. Then immediately THE PROCESS irrevocably begins. Over a lifetime of utility the color dulls, mottles, flakes, weather exposure deepens the grain of the wood, connections loosen.
It’s pointless to argue with it or fight it. Why not appreciate the process, welcome as natural the eventual break down of materials returning to the earth. Take a moment to become conscious of and be one with utility and function giving way to function of a natural sort. Appreciate the beauty in and value of the process of deterioration.
The bright and shiny freshly red painted cut wood and formed metal. The sharp angles, nuts and bolts and nails snugly connecting lengths of wood. Tight, bright, function. Then immediately THE PROCESS irrevocably begins. Over a lifetime of utility the color dulls, mottles, flakes, weather exposure deepens the grain of the wood, connections loosen.
It’s pointless to argue with it or fight it. Why not appreciate the process, welcome as natural the eventual break down of materials returning to the earth. Take a moment to become conscious of and be one with utility and function giving way to function of a natural sort. Appreciate the beauty in and value of the process of deterioration.
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Okay, that is just amazing writing. And a great photo. I love it.
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