Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of a year.
Wisconsin. Southerners think it two miles from the edge of the Universe. Figuratively, that maybe not so outrageous. As I write from Darlington, Wisconsin, spring and winter are still at war. But each day the grass grows greener and a little longer. At dinner last night, my cousin Mary spontaneously pronounced that Wisconsin is beautiful. And everyone agreed. Though the conversation drifted to other topics, I have continued to ponder all the art of this land.
On reflection, I recall a place in fair Verona. A morning trip over rolling county roads. In search of inspiration for a photo and a painting, a magical place reveals itself. Guarded by a venerable oak, a meadow unfolds filled with silvery fronds waving in the breeze and taunting young willows on the periphere. Framed with shy moss, introverted sedum, modest bellwort. Sheltered by bushes with broad shoulders. An enchanted garden inspired this photo, this painting, these early morning thoughts of something beautiful.