There are times when Beauty just reaches out and grabs you by the neck. Sometimes images do that. Other times its more about something familiar that your insides react to, and no longer about what you're looking at. The more time I spend in Boston Bar, the more I'm able to appreciate what its like to have to adapt to things completely outside of my control-- aesthetically and otherwise. Things that might kill you.
The bears tore 2" limbs from some of our trees this year. They were hungry, natch. And this is not an unusual year for that. And theirs is not an unusual will to survive. Nature continues to fight Tooth and Nail to gain access to our tiny lives, or at least our few little rooms. She is relentless.
Inside my brain, maybe dead rats, blue tarps, rotting wood and screeching trains are pretty. But I don't really think so. Maybe everyone's idea of beauty is conditional, but at least for me, its not having to look in order to find it, so much as stumbling upon it when your other work is done. When you least expect it. Surprise!
It was that kind of visit. An OMG, suddenly reminded of how things have changed, and how lucky I have been. So I went through Mark's stuff first time since 2012. We did a nice purge to the local thrift shop (& land fill.) And then there was Pear Cobbler to die for, so to speak...