"Tell me when you see it," I say, camera in hand. My oldest says it's good I have her along; children see better, hear better, and feel better than adults.
"It's because we are closer to things. We are shorter and smaller and listen naturally."
"Yes," I agree because it seems true and right.
We spy an unusual yellow--unusual because it's the middle of winter in Pennsylvania--and stop immediately.
Witch Hazel? I'm not sure. The bud unfolds in circus ribbons of yellow and red.
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| Witch Hazel Unfolding |
A bow on a package or the tight curls of tissue in flowers made by hand turns this winter day into a marvelous event. The literary scholar in me remembers Bakhtin's carnivalesque: the world turns upside down through humor and chaos to subvert the dominant power or atmosphere.
I need this carnival of color today. It subverts the winter mood I've suffered all weekend. Who made these? I wonder and smile. It's so bright and festive that it's actually a little ridiculous.
We search for a beautiful thing, and we find it. We know it's beauty. We stop and cannot be anywhere else. In our thoughts we ask Who and How. We find ourselves delighted, delivered.
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Did you see one beautiful thing today?
2 comments:
LOVE that carnival of color, Heather. Beautiful photos. There's always beauty, isn't there? We just need to look. I did see one beautiful thing today.
Thank you for looking and sharing such happy flowers! Now I want one for my garden. While I've been looking at lovely little snowdrops, they seem very prim and proper in comparison to these twirly blossoms.
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