Rose, Oak, Ground Cherry, Amaranth, Mile-A-Minute, Cicada Wing
 
Everything in nature is gorgeous, even (and maybe especially!) leaves eaten by insects. Why do we we have such a narrow definition of beauty?
 
Check out this sonnet by the great 19th century English poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins. He is praising God for all the variety and diversity of the world, and for the beauty of things that aren't perfect. 
 
Pied Beauty
 
Glory be to God for dappled things –
   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
 
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                Praise him.
 
20x16"
 
Matte giclée print on watercolor paper