Tag Archives: beauty

deeply.

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“that we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone,

that we are more deeply inserted into existence than the course of a single life would lead us to believe.”

-john berger

 

 

anna scripps whitcomb conservatory, belle isle, detroit, michigan

inside out and outside in.

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 entering the anna scripps whitcomb conservatory

designed by albert kahn and george mason in 1904

on belle isle, in detroit, michigan

you realize what an amazing vision of the world they had

“architecture is not such a knowledge form, but a form of knowledge.”

-bernard tschumi

 

all the loveliness.

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queen anne’s lace in august
Passing The Unworked Field
Queen Anne’s lace
is hardly prized but
neither is it idle,
look how it
stands fiercely
on its thin stem,
how it
nurtures its white budlets
with the
gift of the sun,
how it
makes for this world
all the
loveliness it can.
-Mary Oliver

what remains.

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after many hours spent in the kinder playhouse

art, memories, stories, and a beautiful view of the world

are what still remain. 

 

“this was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets,

like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.”

-haruki murakami

the swan.

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on the river – welcoming spring

The Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?

– Mary Oliver 

crisp.

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last night’s walk in the park

 

“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.”

-john burroughs

 

 

 

 

 

argo park, ann arbor, michigan, usa – february 2021