There is beauty in the old and the worn and the weathered that goes far beyond the aesthetic pleasures of haphazard and irregular colours and textures and forms.
It is the beauty of imagination.
Who hasn’t looked at a solitary, bleached and lichen-encrusted post and wondered about its function, its past, the people who hammered it into the ground, and those who leaned on it to climb a fence or open a gate.
And the weathered park bench, being progressively claimed by the surrounding garden. Who sat here to catch their breath? Or check their Facebook, send a text, write a poem or a love letter. Who read a book, planned a dinner party, solved a problem, proposed marriage or ended a relationship here?
Do you feel it too?
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