Something Beautiful is a 2013 self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
Addiction. They say it’s a bad thing.
I’m loathe to admit that I’m hooked. Can one be overexposed to beauty? Yes. I’ve browsed myself into a wicked attachment to the unearthly luminosity of the borealis skies. And, NASA. The NASA photos have become a fanatic obsession. The color. Really. The film “What Dreams May Come?” Now looks like the most unabashed rip off of the aurora display.
I was bitterly disappointed that I could not get a larger version of the smaller image below. It was my first choice for today’s journey into the gravitational pull of the Northern Lights. There is a famous old photo of Isadora Duncan. Like the one below, she is orchestrating the planes
of a massive robe. I see in the photo the same fluid lines of that original photo. The enormous wings of her gown beautifully butterflying. In another moment, there lies the palette and loose meandering line of Edvard Munch’s work. And, yet, another moment longer and the wild intense hues of Chihuly’s cooler glass emerge.
Images so full. Offering so many pathways for mental exploration. Much more than magnificent natural wonders—astonishing examples of natural composition, color, and drama—the artist’s, the philosopher’s inspiration.