Looking Up…

For this artsy Saturday, I want to once again keep it simple. How often you do take the time anymore just to look up. No, I don’t mean at the ceiling, but instead the sky. There is a lot of beauty there if you take the time to see it.  Lord knows there is enough ugliness in your world today that we certainly need a regular dose of beauty.

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The Perfect Picture

I have about 20,000 pictures in my personal portfolio. Probably one-third of them could be deleted and not really missed but that is beyond the purpose of this post.  I have a list of about a hundred or so that are 5stars. One of the top ten in that category is shown below.  I entitle it  “Box of Eggs”.  I think my attraction to this picture is because of its symmetry. My Aspie traits are particularly honed to order and symmetry. I found the picture in a Des Moines museum some years ago.

So, for this artsy Saturday, I give you a “Box of Eggs” yet again…

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Beautiful Things…

In these days of fear and gridlock, it is sometimes difficult to realize that there is always beauty if we open our eyes to what is around us. Yes, fear is a powerful emotion that can paralyze but for the most part, it is self-inflicted. Instead of living in constant fear we all need to realize that for the most part our lives and especially our responses to fear are up to us. Even when fear is real and necessary we must acknowledge that the response to it should always be action.  If you fear something, get off your butt and do something to eliminate it.

And if all else fails, remember that “this too shall pass”. Believe it or not, we have had much worse times in our nation than we are facing now.

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Hinterland Beauty

ISOA Banner   For this artsy Saturday I wanted to give you a simple picture that I took about ten years ago while traveling through the middle of our country. I don’t really recall exactly where it was taken; it could be almost anywhere.  But I think it shows the beauty of the country. The general saying is that 50% of the people live within 50 miles of a coastline. While the oceans are beautiful, those folks are missing another type of beauty if they don’t visit the hinterland once in a while.

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A Bunch of Marbles & A Box of Eggs..

Sometimes beauty show up when we least expect it.  That is the case with the pictures below. Who would have thought that marbles and eggs are beautiful?  But, at least for me, these pictures prove that they can be.

I really don’t know how I came to associate these two pictures together. The marbles were taken at a prairie museum in a high plains State and the eggs were taken four years earlier at a Des Moines museum. Somehow they both crossed my mind simultaneously to make this post.

If we just stop and take the time we can find beauty in many unexpected places.

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Creative Beauty

To me certain things are necessary to call something beautiful. Most often they are form, symmetry, and color. Just the right combinations of these three almost always result in something being beautiful. To add the adjective “creative” to the beautiful tag means something that didn’t exist prior to the beautiful thing. Most often that is a man-made creation.

Being a car guy the picture below is one of those objects. I was not enthusiastic about the Avanti line when it was created in the 1950s by Studebaker or when it was resurrected by the Avanti Car Company in 1963. But I have come to appreciate the creative beauty of these cars since then, especially the orange one below found in the Auburn Museum in Ft. Wayne Indiana.

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About Dreaming…

TL Banner  I know the image of an old person is generally not linked to a dreamer but that is just what I am. Many think old people are just supposed to “sit back and watch”, their dream days are behind them. To that I say poppycock…. 🙂

Dreaming is a lifelong process that never ends. My earliest dreams were to try to touch the sky. For some reason I have always been attracted to looking up. Even as a very young boy in the early 1950s  I could be found lying in the grass on a summer night looking up at the stars and dreaming about them and what the future might hold for me. Read more