Thursday, June 7, 2012
Beauty in the eye of the beholder? That's a bunch of crap. From the day we are born, we are taught what beauty is. Whether it be by our parents, our friends, or through televison. So what is beauty? And how do we know that it is truly beautiful? For me, beauty is the inner peace I feel when I've accomplished a difficult goal, when I finished a quarter of school...without failing, and when I see my children accomplish their goals. Beauty is something that will be different for each and every person. It's your job to figure out what it means to you and how to achieve it.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Everyone has a place in their life that will always be theirs to return to... It doesn't really matter where or what it is. Since I was born, I've lived on or near the river, and it will always be my life source. There is more beauty in the river that I could ever hope for or imagine than anywhere else. On the river there is so much time for thought, or words... and so much time to listen, or time to be heard. I've learned a lot about life from the river. Sometimes I live and work on the river when I guide during the summer, and the river is always boss. Sometimes the river is a beast and bitter, and can sink it's teeth in deep. I can't tell you how many times I've almost died on the river. Hell, I almost drowned last week. But I can say that it was always in a kayak, doing something foolish / fun??? Yet, no matter how close I've ever come to piping off on the river, nothing's ever made me feel more alive. One of the things that I think is most beautiful about the river is that there is so much time for everything. There's so much time for living, and yet so much time for dying. Personally, I think death by river would be a beautiful way to go, however. The beauty of a river can also wake you up from the dead.
The perfection and beauty of this insect is indescribable. This photo was captured at The Butterfly Pavilion, in Westminster, Colorado where civilians can enter a magical world of butterflies flying freely around them. I love the juxtaposition of the beautiful butterfly placed perfectly at the dying part of the leaf. As he eats the leaf, his proboscis is perfectly curled, and the tip of his antennae appears to glow in delight. These type of photographs are difficult to capture since you can't control the placement and movement of the butterfly. I was lucky to capture this moment.
I'm not a perfect girl. My hair doesn't always stay in place and I spill things a lot. I'm pretty clumsy and sometimes I cry. My friends and I sometimes fight and maybe somedays nothing goes right.
When I think about it and take a step back, I remember how amazing life truly is and maybe, just maybe, I like being unperfect.
Beauty is the the innocence of a child. The curiousity of the world. The trust they have for the ones they know. They are learning and are not perfect...but who is?