I appreciate the beauty of imperfection. I like a rusty truck more than I do a shiny car. And I feel more appeal for the big messy tree smothering my shaky garden shed than I do my neighbour’s impeccable lawn. I’m not sure why this is but I believe it’s about more than aesthetics, that it’s a much needed reminder for me that nothing is perfect or permanent.
Like this photo of Johnny Bower, Eddie Shack and Marcel Pronovost (c. 1967). Two of these men have previously passed away and this image’s haziness helps me to experience that loss. With only Eddie remaining it seems appropriate that he assume the front and centre position in this picture while his friends fade away.