Maria’s poppies popped up in her garden today, I’m looking for small moments of beauty to share. They are everywhere. I wrote yesterday that beauty is everywhere, and a person more cynical even than I am put up an image of mounds of garbage on a beach and said beauty wasn’t everywhere.
I thought of how beautiful the garbage was, and how awful it was to see it on a beach. But the colors were very beautiful, and many artists and photographs have captured the eerie beauty of landfills and trash and plastic bottles.
There is beauty in everything I see or do, even if I don’t like it, even if it is also awful to see. That is the gift of photography to me, and poppies, of course, are easy.
They are especially beautiful.
My peony bush went into full bloom this week thanks to the ants. Flashy, bold fusia under some dark clouds. A positive portent.
I love the notion that was discussed in a recent public radio program on the science of happiness – finding “little bursts of awe” in one’s day!