imperfect beauty…

…imperfect beautyAs I place my nose against its form, touching and squeezing its imperfect beauty: my senses tell me that the taste and texture within this tomato is going to be superb… My life’s maturity tells me so.  Year after year…decade over decade…I have sought to find my own technique to master the art of discovering true beauty.  I use this metaphor as my philosophy across the board of my life.  The visual exterior of any object or being… is only a mask of first impression…  engaging and unearthing the substance of what lies within… defines the true essence of what is seen.

… discover the beauty within

…silent silo…

silent silo…09.23.19Silently this monument of the past has stood tall, as the acres of earth surrounding her evolved.  She is a mammoth structure. I find it hard to envision the jest of this endeavor during the early 20th century as I imagine men being hoisted to the top of her body as they put the dome into place to protect their future bounty.
I also imagine the stories that she could tell as she observed the rise and fall of the beautiful, graceful development not far from her view that altered her farmed fields forever into a winter wonderland for so many to enjoy.
In many ways her view has travelled full circle.  As the trucks begin to appear and remove the rubble that once stood as a prolific noble anchor to a community….the land will return to its former simple beauty…if even, for a short period of time.
Leelanau 09.23.19