Whenever I go to the beach or the woods, it seems that I am always meeting interesting sticks that I want to keep. Weathered, worm-eaten, gnarly and grayed—love it. And when I am on the road, I am always looking for chunks of rusty car parts. The inevitable and unpredictable changes produced by the slow, relentless march of time. It always fascinates me.
Little did I know, the Japanese have an ancient term to describe the very thing that my eye is always on the lookout for. It is the major impetus behind much of my current extracurricular creative work. The term is wabi-sabi. I learned the term in this article I found on Houzz. It does a nice job of summarizing it, along with some pretty pictures.
One Man's Trash 