Beauty noticed, but truly, beauty sensed and appreciated for probably 10-14 days!
(And appreciate how pretty it is.)
I think I drive around my town without really seeing it. Today, I looked around more. Maybe it was because I knew I had to find something of beauty, and maybe I really thought perhaps yesterday’s photo was kind of lame. Really, I just sort of stumbled upon it, I didn’t perhaps spend as much time fully “appreciating” the beauty…
So I stopped at the Commons in downtown Brattleboro today, and I took this shot. It was cold, and I was in a hurry, so I admit I didn’t even get out of my vehicle.
But look what’s there: this lovely winter scene. Just waiting to be noticed!
It was just one of those days like all of us have.
But then I stopped. I saw this view of the church near my daughter’s school, set against this blue, blue sky today. I took a couple of quick shots with my cell phone (like almost all these photos are). “Beauty noted!” I said to myself.
And then, I continued to run.
“Look up!” This is what I learned when I lived in Spain, as a college exchange student. I was always, continually, completely and totally… lost. I have no sense of direction, and Sevilla is full of curvy streets that lose even the best navigators.
Today I was cross country skiing with a friend who has seen my posts of “Beauty of the Day” on my personal Facebook page. But she wondered why I was doing this? Was it just a photography project, she asked?
I explained to her about Spain, and my life there. I told her how I really knew nothing about the language when I arrived, and how the mother of the family made fun of me for it. I explained how I spent far too much time searching for markings on the walls of the buildings, usually graffiti that was spray painted on in a haphazard fashion… or looking down, avoiding trash and dog droppings, making sure that I didn’t twist an ankle on the way to class on the uneven cobble stoned streets. I had very little money to spend, and I missed my family terribly. Although I was very determined that I’d never return home early, especially after my family had sacrificed for me to be able to go, my mood often matched the depressing streets I stared at.
One day–I don’t remember why–I finally looked up. The sky was a gorgeous shade of blue. And the giralda–a golden-colored statue that soars on the highest church tower there–glittered and shown. It was beautiful!
From that point on, whenever I find myself dwelling too long on the negatives, I remind myself to “look up”. Literally. Figuratively. Physically.
It always works, too.
Yesterday the sunrise; today the moon rising up at night. I should look at the moon more often, I think. It had a great glow to it, and it set off the outlines of the tree branches as well. Quite striking.
I have a friend who loves the starkness, with her favorite month of the year being November. I tell her, very honestly, that I’m very glad to have her in my life. If it weren’t for her, I would not be trying to find the beauty in the trees’ shape and the harsh outlines made against the sky.
But she’s right: there is a certain feeling that this starkness evokes, a certain cleansing…. even if I do find myself more and more impatient to see the green hills again!