Assignment: Celebrate the pretty things in life. Make a photograph of the most beautiful thing you see today.
I saw this topic early in the day; I'm very grateful for that. I felt like my eyes were looking for beauty everywhere. I saw beauty in the baby sitting in front of me at church as her other brother (maybe 4 or 5 years old) was so sweetly trying to make her smile. Her laugh was adorable. I saw beauty in the same family as they shared hugs. I saw beauty in the young women at church as they stood for "Truth and Righteousness" and recited the Young Women's Theme. I saw beauty in their leaders as they shared successes and expressed, through tears, their concern for the youth in the ward. I saw beauty in one of the leaders who talked so sweetly about his wife and how grateful he was to be married. All these things could not be captured on my camera, but those were the most beautiful things I saw today.
Instead, Jonny and I went for a drive to find "something" tangible I could photograph. Today was one of those days that remind me of Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening".
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Even though I am not on a horse, this is a little bit of what I picture when I think of this poem.
This is what Jonny thought was beautiful. While pointing the camera at me, he said "That's what I think is beautiful. We can be done now!" Cute!


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