Lately, when we go out walking, I am like a little kid. Everything, everyday, looks different and magical. The rain puts a shine on sidewalks, making them into mirrors, which reflect the most ordinary things in extraordinary ways.
Moss turns every surface into a garden. I imagine myself one inch tall, climbing over the soft, green hillocks on my way to lunch on the fat pyracantha berries. Puddles become lakes. Mossy walls become the cliffs of Moher.
Yesterday we met a young lady making art in Laurelhurst Park. She was laying bright maple leaves along the low branches of a tree, making both the leaves and the branches more beautiful. She mentioned an artist named Andy Goldsworthy, whom I have looked up.
Mr. Goldsworthy is an installation artist, which means his art is created on site and cannot be moved. He creates his work with stones, leaves, sticks, ice, water…whatever he finds on the site. Then he photographs the work, allowing us to enjoy it without getting our feet wet. I appreciate his sense of wonder and beauty.
Like Andy Goldsworthy, I enjoy seeing the beauty in nature. Like this young lady, I am inspired by Laurelhurst Park. And like all the small people in my life, I just want to stare at the world and smile in amazement.