I feel alive when I see natural beauty in common things. The way the winter sky looks through bare trees. The light through ice on the pines that, at only one point in the day, breaks the spectrum and they turn into Christmas trees. A hawk in the wind. I like to think that for thousands of years people have found moments in noticing these things and maybe it’s just a memory of humanity I see. But it makes me alive in a way other things never will.
This is beautiful, Alison. I love this. Thank you for sharing that. Reminds me of driving through the redwoods in Northern California on Highway 199. Luminous. Magical.
I feel alive when I see natural beauty in common things. The way the winter sky looks through bare trees. The light through ice on the pines that, at only one point in the day, breaks the spectrum and they turn into Christmas trees. A hawk in the wind. I like to think that for thousands of years people have found moments in noticing these things and maybe it’s just a memory of humanity I see. But it makes me alive in a way other things never will.
This is beautiful, Alison. I love this. Thank you for sharing that. Reminds me of driving through the redwoods in Northern California on Highway 199. Luminous. Magical.