While trying (and failing) to create some sort of folded/creased sculptures, I happily discovered this composition of crossing lines on one of the discarded pieces of paper.
“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.”
“Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.”
“Blow the dust off the clock. Your watches are behind the times. Throw open the heavy curtains which are so dear to you – you do not even suspect that the day has already dawned outside.”
A single yellow Maple leaf. There are hundreds, if not thousands of them outside my window.
Whenever I go camping, I try to take backroads to and from the campgrounds. You never know what hidden gems you may find.
I call this one Dizzy Moon for what may or may not be obvious reasons.
“Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.”
“People are so busy dreaming the American Dream, fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be, that they’re all asleep at the switch.”