I’m struck by how similar the color palette of this image is to yesterday’s, although at the lighter end of values. This photograph was taken at Hoover Dam by Bob who, knowing I am rustophilic, sent it to me. (Used with permission.) The textures are swell too.
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They don't name 'em like they used to, do they?
It’s cold. An icy wind is blowing. Like Camus, we want to say that we have within us an invincible summer. That’s easier to do some days than others.
Something is signifying everywhere you look.
P.S. No, you are not hallucinating. There was another picture here for five minutes. Not good enough… gone.
While I was trolling the internet seeing what else was out there using the phrase “something beautiful,” I came across a children’s book that demonstrates exactly the attitude that I am seeking to promote here.
And guess what the book is called.
Yup!
This lovely book is by Sharon Dennis Wyeth, and if you are looking for a gift this Christmas for a young child, I believe this one will keep on giving past the first reading. It has the potential to show a child how to seek, find, and make beauty even in circumstances where it seems hard to come by, which is one of the very greatest gifts of all. While this book doesn’t boast the most eloquent prose or the most glorious illustrations, its simplicity and directness communicate its vital message effectively.
In Dupont Circle there’s a grate covered with mass of vines; I think that it’s a squash plant gone rogue. That would make this The Last Squash Blossom.
Rain AND snow, in fact. But still, something beautiful to be found.
This photograph is by designer Mark Coleran. It’s got all the stuff I like: patina, beautiful old machinery, jewel-tone color, and an aura of iconic mysetery. You may recognize some of Mark’s other work from the movies… check it out.
Okay, the autotune is funny, for sure. But I also like the message in this mashup.
