Living in such a photogenic part of the world, it’s easy to become immune to the beauty that surrounds you. Instead, it’s the tiny elements of ugly that jar and niggle and become impossible to ignore. The views from my office window are extraordinary, but it’s the power lines that cross the field I notice first.
On a walk today I decided to invite the ugly in and took this picture of power lines hovering above the peak of Kinder. I like it. The lines remind me of pristine exercise books waiting to be filled.
“Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty, but kind to ugliness,” wrote Victorian novelist Maria Louise Ramé. Perhaps an appreciation of the ugly is the key to happiness. If everything were beautiful… nothing would be.