I Like The Ugly

Dumpling as Boyfriend?

My first boyfriend looked like a Semmelknรถdel, an Austrian bread dumpling, according to my Grandma, and now looking back, I have to admit she might have had a point. Still, my favorite dumpling got shamed!

Ugly: Unpleasant – Unattractive – Perhaps even disgusting?

Yet, I am drawn to it. The saying, “It’s so ugly, it’s cute,” resonates with me and I see it now clearer than ever before. The Wordless Wednesday has shed light on it and I can no longer hide it. I love ugly! I am drawn to the scurrile, the bizarre, the out-of-the-ordinary.

I love beautiful photographs but I cannot look at too many. Most of them are pretty and very pleasing, and while I am eternally grateful for the beauty in nature -flora and fauna- I want to see more. Life is not just perfect and beautiful, part of life is turmoil. It leaves us with lots of broken pieces and shattered dreams.

I love interesting black and white pictures, especially of old faces or empty cities. The sidewalks, the alleys, the trash. It all can tell a story without words. I participated at The Friday Fictioneers for a while and loved the stories that people -myself included- came up with, but the 100-word limit cut out the in-between-the-lines I so desperately need to be satisfied.

Whenever I walk outside now, I try to take pictures and play with perception. Of course, I see beauty, just like every body else. The tree branch that just started blooming, wild crocuses in bloom in the middle of nowhere, birds nesting and puppies playing. I post these pictures with great pride.

But even on my walk with the dogs, I quickly get bored and I look for the challenge, just like I do in real life. I want to test the boundaries -limits set by society without my consent.

What is beauty? And what is ugly? And who defines it?

I see beauty in ugly things and can’t help but take pictures. Today’s BLOOMING BRANCH was the second choice.

This was the first but I changed my mind in the last minute. Perhaps it’s easier to fit in?

Needless to say, it’s man-made, but still…there is something about it. The old rusty hook. What was it for? I wonder what this old fencepost has seen over the years. Protected by wire now, will it still be standing next year?

I love trees and wood. Perhaps that’s why I restore old furniture?

Driftwood giving shelter to smaller creatures. Nature even has a recycling plan.

The fallen ones, the forgotten giants laying on the ground, disappearing into the soil, feeding future generations of trees and bushes with nutrition only nature can provide.

Dead trees carved into form to help us on our way through life. Keeping us from falling, showing us the way.

Maybe I just have to accept the fact that I am weird. I know since a while that I don’t fit in a drawer, or in a box, which suits me just fine. I don’t want to fit in, if I don’t have to and let’s be honest, we all HAVE TO fit in our every day life to function as a society.

I understand I have to wear a seatbelt, even though I am not always in the mood. I can’t dance naked in the streets -despite the fact that it might entertain my neighbors- or have loud music blearing at 3 am in the morning, just because menopause kidnapped my sleep cycle.

I play by the rules just like everybody else, but the 10 % of freedom that I have left, I like to swim against the stream with ease. I had to get older to understand about me.

Recently I took a loner-test and turns out, I am the perfect loner, if I wouldn’t be happily married. I am content with just me and never feel lonely.

I love apples. I started picking them of the trees before I could walk -so I have been told.

If I would be an artist, I would call it THE FORGOTTEN APPLE.

Isn’t it cute in it’s ugliness?

Could somebody please come up with WORDLESS UGLY THURSDAY or ODD-BALL FRIDAY, I would really appreciate it. There is just too much beautiful ugliness around us.

How much we can see, when we really look!

Friendly faces everywhere.

We humans have to leave a mark everywhere we go, we can’t help it. Some of it is humorous, but mostly it angers me. Don’t people learn how to hike and walk?

Don’t litter! Have a plastic bag in your pocket and use it. Pick up your trash and while you are at it, you might pick some up that someone else left…but not before I take a picture.

I swear it wasn’t me, but could have been. ๐Ÿ™‚
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โ€œIf you think something is ugly, look harder. Ugliness is just a failure of seeing.โ€
โ€• Matt Haig

25 thoughts on “I Like The Ugly

  1. There has to be a place in life for “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” and I think you’ve proved that maxim true, Bridget! I like things that are unfinished, technically imperfect and sometimes anomalous. I fit in better with the imperfect! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. I’m well aware that I place too much emphasis on beauty, Bridget, or what is beautiful in my eyes. But I’m happy to look at other people’s interpretation too. I’m sure there’s scope for Ugly Tuesday ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Great post! I like the idea of a “Wordless Ugly Thursday” or an “Odd Ball Friday.” Hmm. At the least, I will keep your perspective in mind when searching for my perfect Wordless Wednesday picture. If you see something “out there”, you know why.

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  4. Bridget it says so much about the person you are that you find beauty in the ugly. And the point of leaving one’s mark.. well you know I so agree. Love your images in this post. Your grandma’s comment made me really laugh ๐Ÿ™‚

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