A disintegrating beauty is wabi-sabi and there is no season like autumn for seeing it. Drawn to the bare trees and twisting limbs, I went to a local apple orchard to photograph. The few apples still holding on have a delicate tremulousness about them.
Why is a rotting apple beautiful?
This apple made me laugh. Literally. It was holding on despite having the top nibbled off. By a squirrel no doubt. After the initial chuckle it spoke to me of perseverance in the face trauma and age.
Do you think a disintegrating beauty makes something all the more precious? I think it does. It has a melancholic appeal, one that reconnects us to our own temporal nature, reminding us to appreciate the fleeting quality of life.