What is Beauty?

Is it a summer sunrise over the ocean? or a soft winter snowfall? or a bride on her wedding day? is it little children blissfully running barefoot through a sprinkler? or morning dew on the grass? Is it a person or an object, a time or a place? What IS beauty? All these things are BEAUTIFUL, but they themselves aren't BEAUTY. Calling things such as sunsets and snowflakes beautiful must mean that there is a higher standard of beauty-but what is it? What is the standard? What is Beauty?

i feel like i should post something

i'm sorry i have not been posting much.
i am busy doing last minute thing before school starts again.
blech.
school.

i wish summer would never end.

bouquet (7.25.11)

I think that

maybe

you should

put some ferns in

your

bunches of flowers

I would if we

had some

we do in the

woods

but they usually

have

spores all over them

which makes them

uglyuglyugly

with the little yellow

pokey spots

all over the nicely

green

leaves.

(i can still write!!! i'm gonna have to write something about youth camp [that's the camp i just got back from] soon...)

arguably the most delicious thing in the world...

ok, so while we were camping we made fried dough, that was great, but then we got all creative and decided to make a type of fried s'more. We put some Hershey chocolate and marshmallow inside (calzone style) and fried it all up. The result? culinary heaven. Warm crispy dough surrounding rich melty chocolate and hot gooey marshmallow. be still my beating heart. Here's a picture so you can visualize:

see?? i bet you're drooling right now.

The Teacher-a drabble of 100 words.

The room was solitary, only one person occupied its quiet but she knew that in just a mere month it would be filled with company- messy, neat, loud, shy, short, tall, thin, pudgy, rambunctious, difficult, and beautiful children. She puttered around, adjusting a bulletin board that held the name of each child written on a bright autumn-colored leaf, straightening a desk and dreaming about her first first grade class. Hearing footsteps coming toward the door of her classroom, she turned around and watched as a young girl, tightly holding her mother's hand approached and then timidly knocked on the door.

you are fabulous

some more sunrise: the background info and a fisherman

this is my sister-she is the one who paddled us out into the middle of the lake so we could better see the sun rise and so i could take pictures. thanks

and this is a lone fisherman who we past just after the sun had risen