One sunny morning, my camera lens got stuck and I didn't even notice it for a few minutes. I had no agenda for that day and no particular shooting in my mind. I was just happy that there was enough light to take pictures. So I took random, non-staged pics of my home. Now that I look at these "wrong" photos, I can't help but love them to death. Is it a mystery calling from beyond the broken shutter? What if our eyes saw the world around us like that? Why are we taught that anything less than perfect is ugly?
The Japanese have a wonderful concept of "wabi-sabi": the art of seeing the exceptional beauty of humble, broken or deteriorated things. I practice wabi-sabi every day, embracing the charm and harmony of imperfect stuff (and people, too). It goes for the rug that needs a little dusting, for the pile of washed dishes and for the blue and brown bottle reunion on my kitchen counter. I hope you can relax and do the same in your life :)