I walk the broken sidewalks of my aged neighborhood. I cross the weedy lawns of people who work for a living. I see leaves and bits of wood discarded by the trees, and pebbles and shells on the beach when the tide is out. I capture the colors and shapes of small things close at hand that are considered useless. and I watch with wonder as great things and small things cast long shadows in the patterns that they trace on the ground.
When I raise my eyes, I look to the north across the deep salt water of our bay and I marvel at the skies of Spring filled with massive thunderstorms. When I see my neighbors, I look for the wonder burning within and the wrinkles at the corners of their eyes.
These are the plain and simple things within my sight that are beautiful, and I relish them all.