Wabi-sabi

That book, Elegance of the Hedgehog, is still with me: parts, words, paragraphs, sentiments...

There was this one word in particular that made me dog-ear the page. (It was a library book, too.) Ever since I first learned of the word wabi-sabi I've been on a hunt to capture it with my camera...

"Pared down to its barest essence, wabi-sabi is the Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection and profundity in nature, of accepting the natural cycle of growth, decay, and death. It's simple, slow, and uncluttered-and it reveres authenticity above all. Wabi-sabi is flea markets, not warehouse stores; aged wood, not Pergo; rice paper, not glass. It celebrates cracks and crevices and all the other marks that time, weather, and loving use leave behind..."

I need to get out of LA in order to capture some simplicity apparently.  I'm totally analyzing that by the way...the fact that I can't physically find something that's rice paper-not glass.

Life's complicated...but I'm working on that cliche.