One of my favorite art books is The Unknown Craftsman by Soetsu Yanagi. And one of its best chapters is titled The Beauty of Irregularity. There I find eloquent support for my fascination with asymmetry and the poetry of decay. "True beauty... cannot lie in the perfect or the imperfect, but must lie in a realm where such distinctions have ceased to exist..."
It's this kind of wisdom that sets us free to discover the beautiful anywhere, even where it's not.