Beauty in Spades simply means that we are surrounded in it (but...maybe...we sometimes don't notice it).
My tendency is to take an idea and make it as grand as I can imagine - in other words - make it more complicated than need be.
Today isn't one of those days. Oh, it started out that way - old habits do die hard, ya know.
I awoke wanting to chornical the beauty around me. Well, MY vision of beauty that is.
I started to think that a stroll around the block would be a good start. Or, perhaps the neighborhood would be better? See...there I go...
Hey, Melissa - K.I.S.S. (Keep. It. Simple. Stupid)
There are lots of beautiful things around me. My family, animals, flowers, yada yada yada. I love it all.
BUT...
There is more to beauty than the obvious.
When I look at this bird bath thingy that hangs on my fence, I sometimes imagine that it is statuary lounging in the garden of an Italian villa...in Italy (to be clear and not some Italian 'inspired' garden in California).
Do you see it?
Do I need to come over there and point it out to you?
They are beautiful because they brought out my imagination.
Well...because it was purchased over 3 weeks ago and is just now starting to whither.
Because carnations get a bad rap.
Because carnations want to please you by living as long as they can (with some help from you).
Because carnations are agreeable to any color you want to tint them and any bottle/jar/vase you want to shove them into.
Because I love how their petals huddle together so tightly, it is like a pompom of satiny ribbon bound together on a stem.
If you are ever given carnations, as a gift of love, then treasure them....because they will far outlast roses and other delicate flowers.
To me, that is beautiful.
Not only does it have its own unique beauty, but it is hollow inside.
Why is that beautiful?
Because when my kids were little they loved to play it like a bongo drum and listen as the sound they made echoed up to the tippy-top of the pole and then floated away on the breeze.
And...finally...I believe that in order to appreciate beauty we must have something to compare against. There is an opposite to beauty...
My lamp is gone.
My reading spot is gone.
I may have agreed to it, but I still miss it....
I didn't go far today in my search for beauty.
Never left my property.
I didn't need to - That, in itself, is beautiful.
I love your eye for detail. What a wonderful imagination you have, and what a blessing it is. These photos are lovely, and I love that you brought me into your world by showing me what you see when you look at them. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the very kind comment, Melissa. Thanks for reading!
ReplyDeleteI love how you spot beauty in these "common" objects. What a reminder to open your eyes and see how amazing our surroundings are. I have a feeling your house must be really charming. You seem to have a good eye for decorating. As for my house, I won't redecorate an inch without asking my mother for advice because I have NO EYE for decorating. I can barely match :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ella! Alas, no...my house is not charmingly decorated. There are pieces here that sit waiting for someone with a good eye to help make them stand out. I'm working on it though! I appreciate the comment, thanks!
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