An old perfume bottle sits atop a stone, moss growing around it, soon enveloping and covering it…such is the growth in a wet climate like Ireland!
The beauty of such a small thing never ceases to amaze me!
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…maybe some people see this as only waste or junk…but see what Mother Nature makes of it!
Beauty abounds in Nature.
It’s as though everything she touches manifests magic, transforming the mundane into the majestic.
The gardens have lost their bloom, but little of their colour and the raw bareness of an early winter morning does not distract from their beauty.
Nature, when aided, cannot help herself.
She is the ultimate cover girl!
Even the veranda on a cold November night is transformedinto something more than what it is, as it takes on the magic of the night.
The last of the Perlagoniums, the orange rose-hips and the battered old candelabra, together make a stunning début, without flash or enhancements!
Wherever there are natural elements, you will find beauty and peace.
As a society we have redefined beauty to express and value the bawdy and degraded.
The Romantic Poets expressed a veneration for Mother Earth and redefined the beautiful for us.
We have allowed the chemical barbarism of the late 20th and early 21st centuries to convince us of the beauty of the man-made. It’s time we re-defined beauty!
