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.

Living must be a pursuit.

Pursue beauty.
Pursue beauty.

Humans are mortal.  Our species is driven to survive.  We avoid pain and danger.  We gather comfort, security, food, a mate, social position, money.

During untroubled moments we banish our deepest–most difficult–thoughts.  So to allay boredom we golf, shop, watch television.

Through our short lives, that’s mostly what we do.

But certainly living should be more than escape from death or boredom.  I insist it be.

Living must be a pursuit.

The pursuit of what?

Wisdom?  Truth?  Greater compassion?

Beauty?

Beauty and its essence are the subject of this blog.  Join me.  What will we find?

Lily pads and specks of earth floating in a pond.

Lily pads and specks of earth floating in a pond. Some leaves are turning yellow and brown. They are beautiful.
Lily pads and specks of earth floating in a pond. Some leaves are turning yellow and brown. They are beautiful.
A splash of living green hovering before the eye. It is a natural mosaic that slowly grows, year by year.
A splash of living green hovering before the eye. It is a natural mosaic that slowly grows, year by year.
Lily flowers brightly reflect sunshine. I see two pennies on two pads. Can you find them.
Lily flowers brightly reflect sunshine. I see two pennies on two pads. Can you find them?
A photograph altered so that we see color more vividly, and mysterious depth and objects. That dust you see is made of stars.
A photograph altered so that we see color more vividly, and mysterious depth and objects. That dust you see is made of stars.

Welcome to this tiny corner of the world!

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Hello!  Good day!  How are you?

Thank you for checking out my new blog!

Perhaps you’ve arrived from my established blog, Cool San Diego Sights.  I have many friends over there!

Life is too short to ignore beauty.  One might argue that nothing in life is more important.  Beauty uplifts, ennobles what is common, opens our minds and spirits to deeper things.  Fortunately, our small world is overflowing with beauty.  (If the beholder has eyes for it.)

I will be dedicating this blog to photography and writing–two of my favorite hobbies.  I’ll attempt to frame the beauty that I might perceive.  Where I’ll find it, I’m not sure.  I suppose I’ll just walk out and stumble upon it.

A single Canna leaf contains magical beauty.

Close up photo of intricately beautiful strands of color in a canna leaf.
Close-up photo of intricately beautiful strands of color in one Canna leaf.
Orange and green textures seem layered in this Canna leaf, a small miracle captured by camera.
Orange and green textures seem layered in this Canna leaf, a small miracle captured by camera.
Canna leaf brightly backlit by summer sunlight glows with yellow, green and orange.
Canna leaf brightly backlit by summer sunlight glows with yellow, green and orange.
Green veins of Canna leaf seem to radiate with other bright colors.
Green veins of Canna leaf seem to magically radiate other bright colors.
Look closely at all things to find essential beauty.
Look closely at all things to find essential beauty.