Most people see a fire hydrant as an essential protection against fire. Others see it as a canvas waiting to be painted. Isn’t it nice that we have both kinds of people?
Back in April, I wrote about the gates on some historic houses in my area. Pictured above are some modern examples.
Apparently, I am easily entertained. I never tire of admiring them as I meander on my morning walks. I have heard so many people say they have no artistic talent. And yet, I see it all around me.
Not long ago, some trees in our neighborhood common had to be cut down. (Fortunately, there are still plenty of others left.) I hardly noticed the stumps until an enterprising neighbor worked with an artist to decorate them with metal sculptures.
At first there were only a few. Then, more and more began to appear. Each morning brought new surprises: a quail, a spiral, and even a basketball hoop.
One day, I saw a woman walking with her young family. Her daughter ran from one to the next. Look Mommy! Look!
After we retired, my husband and I discovered that we loved art. Each piece that we added to our walls added a new dimension of beauty to our lives.
I am attracted to beauty – the beauty of Carmelite spirituality, the inner beauty of the people I love, the beauty of nature and the garden, and last but not least, the beauty of art. Everything beautiful reminds me of God. Pictured above are a few of my favorites: “Blue Tutus” by Eric Wallis, “After the Mass” by Chuck Mardosz, “Embudo Bounty” by James Trigg, and “Texas Tapestry” by Eric Michaels.