We’re all drawn to beauty, though our views of beauty may differ widely. Beauty speaks to our hearts, to our souls. We’re attracted to it as moths are to flame. Whether we find beauty in music or a painting, in a poem or a person, a mountain top vista, a windswept lake, or the smile of our dog, we know it when we see it. But what exactly are we seeing? My sense is that when we recognize something as beautiful, we feel ourselves connected to it and somehow to its origin. The ripples of appreciation that beauty generates pay tribute to the source from which it stems.
From this marvelous piece of writing, Humbled by Beauty in the Universe and in Nature.
Best apology from a leader I have read in a long time.
Abandoned: Mark Twain Branch Detroit Public Library by Brandon P. Davis
I need to go back to this city. Left me bewilderd and pictures like these bring all the emotions back.