Beauty As The Shape Of Joy

Keats once wrote:  “A thing of beauty is a joy forever”, and he was quite right.

Here’s a piece from Jamie Wilson at PJMedia, and she has the right of it too:

Our exterior world isn’t harsh or ugly, not like the concrete fortresses of Brutalism or the boxy little cars of the Eastern Bloc, but neither is it beautiful. It is merely acceptable.

And beauty matters. It’s not decoration, it’s expression, a way of saying that life means something, that creation itself is worthy of reverence.

Read the whole thing.  It could have been written by me — especially the parts about cars and architecture — except that her article contains no anger or cursing.

It’s a delight, and thankee to her hubby Clark for sending it to me.

Old-Time Marvels

I recently saw this SOTI:

…and I was immediately reminded of a pic of some medieval town I’d seen at C.W.’s place a while back, which triggered a similar response from me:

Add “Without aerial photography or observation”  to the above list.

I don’t know how they did it, but they did, and it’s wonderful.  I stand in awe.

This “Western civilization” is a fine thing, isn’t it?

Thursday Landscapes

In last week’s post about breakfast additives, Mrs. TrueBrit made the following comment:

One full English breakfast from the Farm Shop, Boscastle (you know where I mean, Kim).  One large mug of proper Cornish Tea. Done.

Just to let everyone else in on the joke, here’s the aforementioned Farm Shop & Cafe:

And down below in the valley, Boscastle itself:

…where Mr. and Mrs. TrueBrit and I once spent a quiet, intimate weekend together, so to speak.