There is a special place within the soul for the beauty of forgotten things… where compassion remains, mercy does not wane, and sentiment lingers between nostalgia and love.
These images arose out of my imagination, upon seeing a dried-up potted plant sitting on a neighbor’s porch—mournfully dead after many months of neglect. Unfortunately, the homeowner had no idea as to the species of plant; it was there when she bought the house, over a year prior, and she took no interest in tending it.
Nonetheless, this unkept thing begged for attention, even in its forlorn state. There was something enchanting in the way the light fell on its dried blossoms and brittle stems—contrasted by the backdrop of a newly painted porch and ornate iron railing. Bleak condition notwithstanding, I found the plant beautiful, even graceful, in a sad, poignant kind of way. Continue reading “The beauty of forgotten things…”
Nena Black 
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