I’ve always felt a bit frayed at the edges. Not that I’m on the brink of falling apart, but more that I’m not so refined. As a kid I much preferred my big sisters’ worn out hand-me-downs over new clothes.
There’s poetic beauty in the used up. The old holds stories. If you stop chasing your tail you will hear them, for the old love to chant their tales.
Anybody with money can go out and buy something new. Anybody with money can go out and buy something old. Anybody with money can buy the stories. But it takes a special kind of love to hold on to something long enough to create your own magic.
It takes creativity to dress up your beaten down stuff. It takes love to jazz up the disheveled.
It takes a special dedication to transform ruins into museums without adding the kitsch of lights and Ferris wheels.
«It takes love. And dedication to care for the frayed.»
This week’s photo challenge is FRAY. According to Vastly Curious’ post, I totally missed my mark on the real meaning of fray – pay her a visit, she’s awesome. As for me, I don’t care, I went with the feeling of frayed. See more additions to this week’s prompt here!
Can you tell just by looking at an image if it’s a sunrise or a sunset? Do you need to see the setting to know, and judge by the activity, or can you just sense it by the color?
I wonder. Personally I know I much prefer to witness a sunrise than a sunset. Maybe it’s because I’m a glass half-full kind of person, and a sunrise screams new beginnings. Continue reading
“You can cook on your boat?” People are always shocked when they realize I have a full kitchen, and make my own meals on the boat. Even more shocked that I actually bake bread when in an anchorage or when they find out we have 2 fridges! One serves more as an ice chest, it’s actually a freezer within an isolated box. It’s in the counter, with a lid we pull off. The other one is a small trailer style fridge in the wall. Continue reading