Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Tainted love

Some people love tarnished silver.
They find it gives character; a uniqueness that is only possible through time.

Some people hate it. They consider it a form of aging; of perpetual decay. It is when stark perfection comes to a halt and we realize--nothing remains perfect forever.






I, for one, adore tarnished silver. Oxidization is a friend of mine.

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