Since sorrow hit my heart I’ve become more of a photographer. I hoard the consolation of beauty the way a dragon does pearls.
There is something about the ruggedness of naked branches, tangled and bare, but alluring, that speaks to me. They seem to say, “We have been stripped of everything but hope, and though we seem lifeless, sap pulses within us, and new buds will sprout again from our fingertips.”
3 thoughts on “The Consolation of Beauty”
“All great art is a visual form of prayer.” – Sister Wendy Beckett
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice pictures Anna. 💞
Thanks, Janet! So nice to see spring coming!