"True beauty cannot be detected
by the gentle stroke of a brush
or the swiftness of a pen.
Only in the mind
can it be created and molded into
perfection of form and thought."
I drive by this pile of rickety goodness every day. A part of me wants:
1. to purchase a bull dozer and mow it down
2. to ignore the "no trespassing" sign and attempt to create my own episode of American Pickers and see what has been left behind under its hallowed rusty roof
3. to enjoy the beauty it still has
This little dump has slowly become an abandoned pile of a building. In its former life, I bet it stored farm equipment....cars....garagey stuff. Now, the back roof has caved in and the foliage has begun to consume it. As much as it seems to be an eye soar....it is currently drenched in the most beautiful wisteria. However unappealing the building, the fragrant drape of the purple floral vine seems to bring life back to the rust. It is just vintagey yummy!
Often we must step back and re-observe. Beauty can be found in the most unusual place. Enjoy!