March 5, 2012
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I know you love and admire nature, but what makes it beautiful? I believe it is the purpose in disorder. Our designs and attempts to restrain and landscape it only serve to ruin it through study.
The trees do not adhere to moral rigidity.
They just grow and reach upwards. But some can only grow slanted, some develop holes, and it is those gnarled, sloping forms of imperfection that inspire us
and shelter the animals.
Canals rarely touch our hearts.
While winding rivers quiet us when we remember the simple rules guiding water's flow.
Following the path of least resistance. Wild and unrefined. Perfect in its imperfections.
I do not own the rights to any of these pictures. Don't sue me.
Comments (5)
I loved this post!
Gorgeous : )
I loved the way you described nature's vibrancy. The photos especially told the story well.
You are 100% correct in all that you say. Nature is beautiful.. and is meant to be "Natural"
Both a well-designed garden and a wild field may possess unity, clarity,
and order; these are the constituents of their beauty. The difference, I
think, lies in the complexity. A field: life itself burgeons through
it, countless genomes instantiate in it, and the natural elements shape
it--infinite are the processes that birth it. A garden is but the
creation of a human mind, limited in its wisdom; even if we were to draw
upon all the theories of esthetics and geomancy, we would be hard
pressed to match careless intricacy with our careful work.
The difference between field and garden is like a painting versus a
paint-by-number. This is, of course, not to say that all fields are more
pleasing than all gardens. To the contrary, some paintings are ugly,
while paint-by-numbers always manifest a minimal level of esthetic.
Moreover, the human mind has been praised as akin to that of the gods,
so our gardens may perhaps parallel the wild in beauty. Even better, we
may capture the wild and ingeniously insert shards of our own
consciousness within; in this, we co-create with nature herself. The
finest art, as is said, manifests the most harmonious balance between
natural imitation and human creation.
Purpose in disorder. Does nature have a purpose, or is it just being?
Are the fields disordered, or do they manifest an order with a high
degree of complexity? After all, they are not like white noise; we can
still make sense of what they seem to be and appreciate the harmony of
what they are.
What do you think?
Very nice trees by the way
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