No one weaves the exquisite quite like Mother Nature.

Find Beauty in all things:The grand and the trifling,The sacred and the profane.

It’s in times and places such as this that we again become aware that Beauty is the fuel of the human motor, the antidote to weariness, the lifting of spirits.

The Everglades have a sinister, beguiling beauty, shadows dark and mysterious, a holocaust of secrets upon secrets upon secrets; and you can’t help but wonder how many layers there are, how many are yet to come.

Allow me an apology to Keats and Grecian Urns everywhere: Though I agree that Truth is beautiful, it is Perfection that is Beauty itself.