Things that are beautiful rarely can also be called perfect. Perhaps this is my own warped point of view but I truly believe it is the unique characteristics which make something remarkable. Others may call them flaws, I think they make that thing, whether it be a photo, a drawing, a chair, a face, what it really is. Different.

Embrace the differences and see the beauty in the mistakes.

You’ll find everything much more enjoyable to look at.

What’s your favourite feature that no one else has?

Mine… well I’d have to know you better to divulge something like that.

Pheasants are peasants who are pleasant with presents.

Knees and prayers.

Tunnel of DOOM.

Uncle Andy’s Frankenstein car.

If ears were to be bare they would be as they are.

Cliff gazers.

Shag Pile, formerly know as Shag Rock

(Insert was taken by John Dierckx – http://johndierckx.wordpress.com/, a fellow WordPresser)

Rosie the Studebaker. Reborn.

One day, if I ever found myself with a spare million dollars and a spare mountain and a spare few hundred bottles of wine, then I  too might just build myself a wine cellar/mine shaft/ fake cave.

and play in it all day.

These were taken on my Holga, she appears to be leaking a little light in her excitement to capture what I put in front of her.

Good thing there is no beauty in perfection.

Hope you’re all peaceful out there.

xxx