No baking today. Just quirky parts from old ruins. I love the thought of what went into them, the idea behind them, the history. And, it’s beauty in the small things.
Pebbles. Stones. We see them all the time. We hurt our feet walking on them. We kick them. We throw them. We walk over them and never notice them. We never really look at them. They are there. In time they get beaten up and ground down and end up smaller and smaller until they are grains of sand. Forgotten.
Sometimes after rain, or walking on a beach when the waves have broken over the pebbles, the sun catches them at just the right angle, and for a moment they are beautiful.
Beauty in small things. Things thought of as ordinary, but full of beauty. We just need the right light, the right angle, the right frame of mind, and then we see it. But with a little care, a little love, the beauty in what we once thought of as dull, can be brought out. And it shines.
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