A recent New York Times op-ed piece by David Brooks called When Beauty Strikes reminded me how often contemporary art discourages beauty as not gritty or significant enough to be a worthy ingredient. It's true that it doesn't reflect the angst of the human condition, but does that matter? Is it really the only mission of art to mirror of the woes of the zeitgeist? For some, it surely is just that, but for me (and, thankfully, others) revealing an authentic response to what is beautiful is a higher calling.
These several photographs were taken by the St. John's River one foggy morning recently. It's rare for fog to last beyond the first hour or so of sunlight here, but on this morning it persisted much longer. (Film)