I guess I can write whatever the hell I want in here because no one can see alerts for things their friends post any more and so there's a good chance I'll be writing this to myself. It's a flawed system but it's all we got.
Nature is that way, which is why it's so beautiful. Almost everything is constantly adapting to it's environment and working with it's non-perfections. Imagine a dear poised perfectly without a hair out of place or a muscle flexed in preparedness. If I were photographing it I would wait for something to happen. I've never seen a perfect body of water, now would I shoot it or even enjoy it. I would look until I found something unsymmetrical, something out of place o that tells a story about it's life. A bed of roses, each grown to the same height, each the same perfect shade of red would be boring. One rose, it's stem bent under the weight of praying mantis eating aphids would be beautiful.
Those things are very apparent to us, always, until we step in front of a mirror or take as absolute what someone else says. Why is that? It's flaws that make people so beautiful, physically and in character. I think if I spent 5 minutes with someone of perfect character I'd have to beat them away with a club, if not to get away just to hear them bitch. Everyone has their own understanding of what a perfect woman would look like, usually bases on what society tells us more so than our own taste, but no one has ever seen it. imperfections catch the eye. They make us study in wonder and become endeared. It's only in our flaws that people can truly come to love us.
