Colorful Decay

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I can find beauty in just about anything.  This picture is of rust on an old door on the building across the street from the jail where I work and I find it beautiful.

Beauty is more of a felt thing than a thought thing for me: there can be an element of surprise, a swelling of the heart, a smile and/or tears in the eyes.  It catches me, transforming my sense of perspective and scale, pulling me into its dimension.

It can also be ironic, or perhaps even paradoxical, like the rust in the photo, generative in its colorful decay.

-Kevin McCamant

Class of ‘76

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