I don’t like plastic. I especially don’t like plastic when it’s been dumped and is classed as litter. Even so, you just have to see some beauty in the fluid shapes formed by this torn Asda carrier bag, floating in the Marine Lake at West Kirby. And if you abstract just one tiny piece of it, it has the look of a graceful and exotic jellyfish.
And it’s not the first time I’ve found plastic beautiful. When my friend Eileen visited recently, we got a bit lost looking for Gladstone’s Library in Hawarden, and ended up at the (closed) public library instead. We wandered round the outside before realising our mistake, and spotted these windows. They had some kind of plastic coating on the inside that was beginning to peel off in interesting shapes.
This is what I love about photography. Where once I wouldn’t have given these things a second glance, or would simply have been upset about the dumping of non-degradable waste if I had noticed them, these days I’m able to see something wonderful in them as well. Seems to me I’d do well to transfer that attitude to the rest of my life.