Perfectly Ordinary Day

“I like imperfection. It doesn't mean ugly. I love a girl with a gap between her teeth rather than perfect white veneers. Perfection is just... boring. Perfect is what's natural or real; that is beauty.” Marc Jacobs

Today was to be a bird day.  I was woken by a confusion of guinea fowl, which reminded me of a poem written in their honour.

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The Sixth Day Bird

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I tried in vain to photograph them; they scratched and screeched but were too quick for me. I saw the neighbour's cat giving them a once-over, but even he was too slow.

I did get a shot of my favourite garden bird, the Cape Robin Chat, and a Crested Barbet chick; note the red spot on his forehead.

I shot straight into the setting sun to photograph a small tree; the raindrops falling all around made the light interesting. I hope you notice the tiny details that make nature special.

Leaves make interesting patterns, and the textures, shapes, and shades make monochrome magic.  The Delicious Monsters are sheltered in a shady spot under a tree, but raindrops leave a dusty mark; all the imperfections can’t be removed, try as I might. Embrace these small flaws as part of the beauty.

It was while I had my 100mm -400mm at 5.6f that I took the picture of the flowering Orchid, all wrong but perfect in its imperfection.

Ouma Bets’ typewriter is a reminder that we don’t write letters anymore and it’s become something of a relic, but I still see her fingerprints, smudges and tea spills, too precious to remove.  Why the one red key, I wonder?  Was it decorative or filling a gap?

Today was a celebration of things imperfect.

“To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.” ― Dejan Stojanovic.

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