Of Beauty and the Abstract

I see trees of green, red roses too

I see them bloom, for me and you

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, and clouds of white

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces, of people going by

I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do

They're really saying, I love you.

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow

They'll learn much more, than I'll never know

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Yes I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

Oh yeah...

-- Louis Armstrong, It's a Wonderful World

Sometimes I see something and my eyes take snapshots. I'm compelled to grab my camera and I try to capture what my eyes see - the shapes that the shadows make ON and IN the object fascinate me.

I move my camera around and around while my children watch - "Momma, what are you taking a picture of??"

My daughter thinks these pictures looked like roads; what do you think?