Sometimes, walking, you find things that are left by others — discrete gestures to beauty.
They are not intended for all, but for the few — that might be looking. I leave things out — a stack of bones, a scrap of old paper with a mapping stroke on it; words, in worlds, left somewhere to be discovered. A talisman, for someone to discover.
Little discretions of beauty, I’d call them.
Walking, out there, the windbound way, I found this — just there, hidden, tucked into the edged bark, some roughened tree, awaiting the next storms. Round, the wind blows — yet the little painting holds firm, resolute in its disposition. Place, found
And that little contrasting touch, I had to think about it for a little bit. Beauty, placed — a striking contrast.
Beauty, placed — and there you are, “didn’t you discover this too?”
I was thinking so.
T | amidst the rains, the Pike Place Market.
Tim
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the objects that…go off to dream at the antique fair had been just barely distinguishable from each other…they flowed by without accident, nourishing the meditation this place arouses, concerning the precarious fate of so little fates of so many human constructions….- andre breton
“Beauty in the eye of the beholder” is a statement that holds depth. One must have the ability to see and, to recognize beauty in all it’s myriad forms and secret places. The seer is as much a part of the beauty as that which is being seen. There’s a unification and alignment that takes place that is the magic of it all.
Joanne
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” How true this is, because you need sensitive eyes to be able to see beyond and catch those glimpses of beauty lying beneath the leaves or hidden from view. Your eyes need to be attuned to beauty. This is indeed a gift.