On this beautiful fall day under a clear blue sky—we walk.
I give him the camera, curious…what will he find beautiful?
This boy, who, while still in baby fat began his vocabulary with the names of construction vehicles—this boy, leads me up the meadow to the construction site.
This place has seen the death of trees. Watching them fall brought tears to my eyes.
This is beauty to him.
I see through his eyes for a while, as he points and clicks…
Ahhh, says I, the sky is so blue. See how the tops of the trees kiss blue?
His eyes follow my gaze.
Point and click.
He is seeing through my eyes too.
He is quiet, as he ponders…
What is beautiful?