And let us not forget good books. But those are for all seasons, eh? I'm currently reading A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken, a friend of C.S. Lewis. Read this tonight:
"And of course beauty: the beauty that was for him the link between the ships and the woods and the poems. He remembered as though it were but a few days ago that winter night, himself too young to know the meaning of beauty, when he had looked up at a delicate tracery of bare black branches against the icy glittering stars: suddenly something that was, all at once, pain and longing and adoring had welled up in him, almost choking him. He had wanted to tell someone, but he had no words, inarticulate in the pain and glory. It was long afterwards the he realised that it had been his first aesthetic experience. That nameless something that had stopped his heart was Beauty. Even now, for him, 'bare branches against the stars' was a synonym for beauty."
Pain and glory--a fitting paradox for the definition of beauty, I believe.
I'm ready for the pain and glory of dying leaves! Took this picture last fall by purposely turning the lens out of focus. Lovely.
2 comments:
gorgeous. i miss you!
bare tree branches against stars or even daytime sky is one of the most beautiful sights in the world, i do believe.
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