turn out the lights It’s a ready-made, albeit mildly tragic romance: I fall for the fading beauty every time. I’m just a sucker for opulence softened by patina, the poignant decay of the exquisite. 27/365: chandelier Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
I don’t think that is being a sucker……..seeing the beauty in what might be, what was, what it has become……….it’s a good thing. Reply
Your description is as eloquent as the image.
Thank you, Sue. So happy to have your comments.
I don’t think that is being a sucker……..seeing the beauty in what might be, what was, what it has become……….it’s a good thing.