Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Hidden Beauty of Faded Things


Let Me Grow Lovely
Karle Wilson Baker
Let me grow lovely, growing old-
So many fine things to do;
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?

Faded Fifty-Nine
This image is actually of a 1960 Ford Thunderbird. I've always liked the lines on this car because my Dad had one when I
was a very young child.

He so loved that car that when on a recent driving trip I saw a rusted version of my childhood memory on the side of Hwy. 59 near Texarkana, Texas, I stopped to take the picture that became this Pastel and Colored Pencil drawing. The owners had written "does not run" in white marker on the windshield, as if they thought that after almost 50 years this neglected relic might still be thought of by anyone as useful. I could still see the bones that I remembered. They were there, unaltered by time and the same can be said of people as they age.
My father's family used to say "Jim thinks that is a great car, but it's really just a Ford." They were wrong. It was a beautiful car and a classic in form but still it's hard to face what time does to both people and objects. The passage of the years can be unkind to both but there's comfort in the thought that hidden under a patina of rust and neglect the familiar lines of a beautiful object can still be discerned if only people are willing to look beyond the obvious. Therefore, let us grow lovely with time and find comfort in the hidden beauty of faded things.
"Faded Fifty-Nine", Catherine L. Gauldin 2009, all rights reserved.
Festina Lente..
Make Haste Slowly






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