Broken is Beautiful

I saw him sitting on the stairs, messing around with his brother and I grabbed my camera. Moans, groans and “Quit taking pictures MOM!” were audible as I came down the hall.

I assured them it was not their faces I was interested in and they lost interest in what I was doing.

I took one shot. Risky shooting in manual, but it was all I needed.

I feel like these jeans. Broken, worn and beyond repair. Yet, they’re still kickin’.

I love these broken jeans. Don’t let how broken they are mislead you.

Let’s be honest. We’re all a little broken. Some of us a little more than others. Yet, it’s these scars, deep or shallow that measure large or small and may or may not challenge our mortality, seem to make life’s adventure a lot more palatable, a lot more fun and full of perspective.

I think broken is beautiful.

3 thoughts on “Broken is Beautiful

  1. I love it! I can’t tell you how many times I come into a situation and my first thought is, “Where’s my camera?” It’s not for the ‘perfect’ photo, but for the atypical shot that captures a concept. These ‘holey’ jeans? Beautiful.

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