For some reason, I tend to gravitate to photographing things that are broken. I’m not sure why I’m so fascinated by the broken down dilapidated buildings with centuries of peeling paint or the old rundown cars or buses. Yet oddly enough, I not only enjoy broken objects but I adore them.
From the old cars of Havana, to the crumbling buildings of Guatemala and Bolivia, broken things to me are a treasure and reminder of our past. I am a huge proponent of recycling and I love it when people use their resourcefulness and creativity to make, fix and beautify things out of another man’s trash.
In Cuba, mostly due to the decades long US embargo, Cubans have become experts at repairing their old cars using the most extraordinary things as spare parts.
In many parts of the developing world where priority is not aimed at restoration, buildings stand proudly with their own centuries long history of peeling paint and crumbling walls.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who finds beauty in things that are broken. A brokenness that makes me think and wonder why.
And sadness in all the is broken and is lost.
This post was inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Broken. To view more entires, please click here.