What IS it about decay?

Peeling paint, weather-worn wood, corroded rusty metal - I have umpteen photos of such.

And will take many more

And I know I'm not alone ... but I do not know why the compulsion, why the textures are so often translated into 'beauty' in my eyes.

First kiss - Summer Dare for Jo Prescott

Visiting my parents' friends who had the builders in. One with the looks of David, the warmth of the sun and the colour of honey. Labouring, strong-armed, at a saw-horse in the orchard and singing snatches of ‘Sloop John B’. Blue shirt, blue eyes, blue sky beyond September-edged leaves. Smiled, took pity on me (gazing in wordless, gormless, disbelieving, adoration). Warm lips tip of tongue taste of heaven. 


Originally on Six Sentences but recently submitted to Jo Prescott for her 'Summer Dare - theme 'Introduction'