I’m convinced that sometimes God opens our eyes a little wider to see beauty around us. Sometimes that beauty is evident in something He made- and sometimes that beauty is seen is something He enable someone else to make. That’s what I love about photography. It’s about capturing beauty. Unique beauty. (Believe it or not overflowing trash cans *do* have an odd sense of some kind of beauty around them…. I’ve got pictures to prove it. hehe.)
Today I saw beauty in a piece of furniture that’s been in our house for years. As long as I can remember…. I’m honestly not quite sure how we came to have it. Today, though, my great-grandmother’s phonograph had a lovely vintage beauty.