I am going to be very philosophical tonight. I was laid in bed thinking about the recent photographs I had taken of roses and I started thinking about how something doesn’t have to look beautiful to be beautiful or something doesn’t have to be perfect to be acceptable. Sadly in our society today people are constantly looking towards perfection and the perfect image. I think that is very sad. I am someone who looks to who the person is rather then what they look like. Appearance doesn’t matter to me. Well 99% of the time it doesn’t matter. I don’t care what other people look like but sometimes I do wish that I could fit in more, appearance wise. But that is something I am working on. No, not to try and make myself look beauty. That would take a miracle. But to rid myself of that 1%, that tiny percentage that wants to fit in. That is part of my journey along this path, call it spiritual, call it trying to become a better person, but that is something for me to work out.
But I took another look at the photographs of the roses and I cropped them. Not to highlight the roses but to gain a sense of perspective. When I look at these images the beauty is now implied. It is hidden but you know it is there. It is there in spirit, within the image, unseen but in full view.
I think what I am trying to say is that an image doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful or acceptable. We should look beyond what the image is.
And in truth I love these images more than the first ones I did of the roses.