Nature is beautiful without effort. It is lovely without pretensions. It is majestic and wonderful and wondrous and loving.
In her embrace, we feel small - utterly insignificant - yet perfectly happy and loved.
Her swirling colours excite. Have you seen the way she painted the skies? Those strokes of golden red against violet-blue? Beautiful, just beautiful.
|Beach at Liverpool|
Such serene and magical places. Every second in such a landscape could inspire poetry, art and music.
|Backyard in Sheffield|
|Rock Cliffs in Edinburgh|
|Rippling Waters in Edinburgh|
|Detritus in Sussex|
|Seashore in Sussex|
There's power and beauty in those surfaces so carefully shaped by Nature. A poetic stanza floated into my mind:
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
Nature, beautiful without even trying.