Make beauty.

Make beauty.
Make beauty.
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Sunlight on water. A journey through stars.

Glints of late sunlight reflected on gentle waves in a harbor.
Glints of late sunlight reflected on gentle waves in a harbor.
Points of light expand as the camera nears. Dark water deepens.
Points of light expand as the camera nears. Dark water deepens.
The light of our sun is transformed into a universe of blazing stars. A journey into wonder.
The light of our sun is transformed into a universe of blazing stars. A journey into wonder.

Natural beauty observed during one walk.

A fallen leaf of many colors on a damp natural canvas of tree bark.
A fallen leaf of many colors on a damp natural canvas of tree bark.
A late summer rain has brightened fading greens.
A late summer rain has brightened fading greens.
A delicate, small flower greets another ordinary day by an ordinary river.
A delicate, small flower greets another ordinary day and a walker.
Beautiful leaves and stems beside the river pathway.
Beautiful leaves and stems beside a river pathway.
A camera-shy snail on a mottled leaf.
A camera-shy snail on a mottled leaf.

Beauty is a dance of light.

Beauty is a dance of light.
Beauty is a dance of light.

Our eyes see nothing but reflected light. Reflections on the water are like shining glimpses of a higher world, a world that we cannot touch and barely fathom. Perhaps that is our own world.

Nature’s art is painted effortlessly.

Complex clouds, blue sky, reflected light. Nature's art is painted effortlessly.
Complex clouds, blue sky, reflected light. Nature’s art is painted effortlessly.
To see perfect beauty, lift eyes.
To see perfect beauty, lift eyes.
No single short life can appreciate every instance of beauty in a seemingly infinite universe. We are adrift in space and time. We ourselves are like clouds...moving, changing.
No single life can appreciate every instance of beauty in a seemingly infinite universe. We are adrift in space and time. We ourselves are like clouds…ephemeral, changing.
Why do clouds make the spirit soar?
Why do clouds make the spirit soar?
Filaments of white, streaked by unseen winds.
Filaments of white, streaked by unseen winds.
The imagination runs free when we gaze quietly, thoughtfully at ever-changing clouds. Perhaps we see ourselves.
The imagination runs free when we gaze quietly, thoughtfully at ever-changing clouds. Perhaps we see ourselves.
Music-like notes of beauty in one small glance.
Music-like notes of beauty in one quick upward glance.
The rigid laws of nature provide an endless variety of subtle, beautiful patterns.
The rigid laws of nature create a numberless variety of delicate, subtle patterns.
One last photograph. I might have captured a hundred equally beautiful images...a thousand, a million...just in this one small place...if I had the time.
One last photograph. I might have captured a hundred equally beautiful images…a thousand, a million…if I had the time…

Ocean waves curl, cascade, never ceasing.

Ocean waves curl, cascade, unceasing, sliding in toward the small place where you stand.
Ocean waves curl, cascade, never ceasing…sliding in toward the small place where you stand.
Each wave is unique, powerful. Roaring, they spill infinite sensation.
Each roaring wave is unique and powerful. The ocean spills beauty abundantly.
Paths of turbulent light.
Liquid, turbulent light.
Layers of blue. The dynamism of beauty can be crashing, or subtle.
Layers of blue. Dynamic beauty can be crashing, or subtle.

Vision and a smile, the seed.

See beauty.
See beauty.

Lusty youth,
wistful age.
Tears shed from beauty
ink the page.

Leaf to leaf
stories read.
Vision and your smile,
the seed.

The jaded eye,
a dry stone.
Unwept, unseeing, unread,
alone.