Beauty In Brokeness

I had to write about the photo here. I was with someone who was working on a car that was wrecked, He was busy, I was bored. He had his camera in the car. I took out the camera and shot a bunch of photos. Then I asked if I could have the broken window. He looked at me a little strangely, that was like five years ago. I still have the window, today I put it up and shot some more photos. I was feeling kinda squishy today so this really helped with distracting me. I took a bunch of photos and I cant quite explain it but I love the randomness of this image of broken. I think about the fact that this window broke as a result of an accident. I wonder what happened to the people in the car. And still I am compelled to look at the pattern of the broken glass. I love this texture, I find beauty in the brokeness. About ten years ago my life broke. Maybe if I look really hard I can find the beauty in it. Its a bit hard to see it. I'm grateful for the moments of joy. Anyway .. I'm broke .. but not broken. I suspect I have alot of texture and I hope the pattern thats seen when I'm seen is interesting. Just another rant.
Tammy