Made Less Logical by Original Sin

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Transcoastal Aesthetics

There is West Coast beauty, in the crisp red glow off the hills and the intense depths of the blue sky, the kind of beauty that you breathe in with a deep, quick inhalation.

East Coast beauty is something different- not as shocking, not as riveting, perhaps. A sigh, rather than a gasp. The beauty of the brown trees, covered in ice and snow, amidst fields glittering with an inch of white ice, is the sort to make you breath a little slower, and let it soak in rather than be drawn in as quickly as possible. It has to be looked for- and on first glance, it might seem ordinary or even dull. It is there, though, waiting to be enjoyed. Praise God.

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