Okay so by now it's probably pretty obvious that I have a thing for barbed wire. And old twisty sticks. And rusty metal. And other assortments of weathered and worn things. This past weekend, we were up in the mountains surrounded by towering pine trees and majestic peaks. And don't get me wrong, that makes my heart breathe in beauty as well, but I literally squealed when I saw an ancient pile of metal nestled up next to a tree.
I know that beauty is supposedly in the eye of the beholder. But it's easy to see, and appreciate, beauty that is obvious. That is out there shouting, look at me. And people do line up to look. It's just not so easy to find the beautiful in something worn, neglected, and ordinary.
Maybe, it's kinda like that with people too.
To find beauty in unexpected places, sometimes, I think, you have to be looking. Here's hoping I never stop looking, and you find something beautiful in an unexpected place.