Ugly places

There’s an allure hidden within what many would dub as ‘ugly’ or ‘boring’ places—a charm that’s often overlooked amidst grand landscapes and bustling destinations. These unassuming locales hold a treasure trove of memories that resonate deeply within me.

The beauty of these seemingly mundane places lies in the subtlety of their offerings. The rusty swing set in the forgotten park where I spent countless afternoons, the quiet alleyways adorned with graffiti that whispered tales of anonymous artists, or the nondescript café tucked away in a corner, becoming our sanctuary for endless conversations—all hold a special place in my heart.

In these seemingly unremarkable spaces, I found a canvas for connection and nostalgia. The worn-out concrete bench by the sea became witnesses to laughter-filled afternoon with family. The abandoned building in an art district of Kentucky on a visit turned into an impromptu art gallery for the community, showcasing the beauty in decay.

What some might dismiss as ugly or uninteresting, I’ve come to cherish for their authenticity. There’s a rawness and honesty in these places that often gets overshadowed by the more conventionally picturesque locales. Yet, they hold stories, emotions, and experiences that are just as vibrant and meaningful.

In the quiet simplicity of these places, I discovered the essence of beauty. It wasn’t about the grandeur of a landscape or the magnificence of architecture but rather the human touch—the stories woven into the fabric of the seemingly mundane.

These ‘ugly’ and ‘boring’ places, to me, are like hidden gems waiting to be discovered. They teach us to look beyond the surface, to find beauty where it’s unexpected, and to appreciate the richness of moments that might otherwise pass unnoticed.

So, while others may seek beauty in the grand and the majestic, I find solace and joy in the unassuming, the ordinary, and the ‘ugly.’ For in these places, I’ve found some of my most cherished memories, making them truly scenic in their own unique way.

Beauty is boring because it’s a tool used to maintain stasis and control

Candice Wuehle

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reader of great literature, teller of tales, photographer of mostly awful snaps but on occasion I am half decent.

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