There is always beauty. We might be too preoccupied to see it. We get sad, we get mad, we have all kinds of emotions and we get a lot of thoughts in our head that keep us from seeing it, but . . . it is always there. It also depends on how strict your definition of beauty is.
I snapped this last year three days after I found my dad dead. I felt kind of guilty because I was in awe of how gorgeous the day was. Yet, I felt like I shouldn’t be able to be entranced by such beauty, like I should just be sad and not recognize it. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let the wonder that God had created go ignored because I was sad. So, I took a few pictures as my hubby was driving us . . .
I thought I would share this beautiful day for today’s Friday Photo.
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