My mom studied art in college. As a kid, I would thumb through her sketches & figure drawings with awe. My dad has an artist's eye too, except he uses hammers, nails, and sweat to build houses. Many years ago, he renovated a big old, run down barn that sat atop a hill in the mountains of New York. It was originally used on a rank-smelling, trash heap of a turkey farm. He bought the property, cleaned it up himself, and built it into his home, brick by brick. These are some photos of his home.
How amazing to know these people, who choose to see extraordinary beauty where other people may not.
I'm grateful to have them in my life.
Who inspires you to look for the good?