But in the blue twilight yesterday, there was something striking about the soot and chipping paint. Everything that was supposed to be white has aged into muted gray, and it was a reminder of how beautiful imperfection is.
Friday, August 8
Aged Windowsill
It's filthy, it's falling apart- it's my slowly rotting bedroom windowsill. I put these rocks there to cover up some of the peeling paint.
But in the blue twilight yesterday, there was something striking about the soot and chipping paint. Everything that was supposed to be white has aged into muted gray, and it was a reminder of how beautiful imperfection is.
But in the blue twilight yesterday, there was something striking about the soot and chipping paint. Everything that was supposed to be white has aged into muted gray, and it was a reminder of how beautiful imperfection is.
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they look like eggs.
i really enjoy the colors, too.
while new-construction apartments and houses are probably a pleasure to clean, they just don't have that, well let's just say, charm, authenticity and character of the oldies.
i'm still waiting for you to visit my old lady.
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