Beautiful decay

John Steed is with Katherine Nguyen. See the beautiful color in these aging flowers. Thank you Katherine Nguyen!

DECAY OF THE FLOWERS by Agnieszka Trzoch on The Dots.

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People seem to find this one captivating, I reposted it so people can find it on my frontpage again..

Photographer Krista Steinke spends her summers at Purgatory Road, a wooden region of rural New York that is divided by an infamous dirt-covered path. On one side of the road is a cavernous slope that is ominous, damp, and bug infested. On the opposite side lies a lush, peaceful forest. The intersection of this unusual landscape sets the tone for her series, also titled Purgatory Road. Here, she uses her camera to explore a metaphoric state of “in-between”.

“Spring” is a work in progress since 2010. The “Spring” series it's about the ephemeral, about frailty and temporality of things.For a question of coherence, for the conception of this serie, I only use photos of flowers that unfold on spring time, and t…

Photo about Old decaying textured wall with peeling paint and exposed bricks. Image of texture, aged, wall - 59135098

Decomposition of a Doll, Artist’s Doll by Françoise Duvivier from 2011

Welder Wings on Instagram: “THE ETERNAL WAIT⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ #surrealportrait #surreal #surrealart #surrealism #surreal42 #surrealismartcommunity #popsurrealism #retroart…”

Feeling frazzled in a delighted way by Alan Shapiro, via 500px

""Afterlife" is a photo book about molds. Heikki Leis has been photographing molds for over 10 years and now this data has been compiled into a book that includes a lot of old photos but also never before published material. It is an interesting macro-world that conceals its beautiful textures and colors. Molds can often scare people but this book will prove that mold-scapes can be very captivating and attractive."

Reminds me of string pictures. Small ermine moth caterpillars (probably Yponomeuta cagnagella) have encased about 8 metres of hedge in a dense cocoon.

Sue Hotchkis’s textile art is proudly contrarian. In a world that worships youth and the latest new thing, Sue celebrates all things falling down and falling

We’re leaving Beardsley country. Taking the old dirt road off Harry Clarke county, on thru the inky backwoods and the old lost village long grown green and rotten with tree and weed, towards a place called Vania Zouravliov. The sky’s dark, and there’s movement among the trees that grow too close together to give any idea what that movement might be other than it’s something watching, something waiting. And you know pretty soon you’re going be meeting this something one way or another and the…