I see beauty. Sometimes its the Himalayas. Sometimes its the little things.
One afternoon I was thinking of those small passing beauties and decided to record a few. I carried my little camera with me for a half an hour and took a snapshot every time something caught my eye and pulled me in to find beauty. Below is a few moments from that experiment.
Small beauties. Like the color of late afternoon sun filtering through a beverage.
A glowing edge of cloud front
The scuffed bottom of an ill kept pool that looks to me like an inadvertent portrait of the moon
The curious batting of a bewhiskered inquirer
Radiance as close as the fabric of my shirt
Bits of sunset clouds reflected in my sunglasses
Sometimes life is difficult. Painful. More than we can take. But there is beauty. Maybe it seems too trite to talk about aesthetics in the same breathe as suffering- as if they could cancel each other out. Certainly not. Beauty doesn't negate the difficulties. But it does testify in the midst of them. It is like the pale orange creeping up from the horizon when the sun has not yet risen: it promises us that this darkness is not the whole story and that a dawn is breaking yet.
