Why should you think that beauty,
which is the most precious thing in the world,
lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly?
Beauty is something wonderful and strange
that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world
in the torment of his soul.
And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know.
To recognize it
you must repeat the adventure of the artist.
It is a melody that sings to you,
and to hear it again in your own heart
you want knowledge and sensitiveness and imagination.
W. Somerset Maugham. 1919
photos of planters captured at Terra, Waterdown, Ontario
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Nikkor Lens 55mm f/1.8
Adobe Lightroom
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Why should you think that beauty,
which is the most precious thing in the world,
lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly?
Beauty is something wonderful and strange
that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world
in the torment of his soul.
And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know.
To recognize it
you must repeat the adventure of the artist.
It is a melody that sings to you,
and to hear it again in your own heart
you want knowledge and sensitiveness and imagination.
W. Somerset Maugham. 1919