Sometimes a picture’s
the difference it makes.
Beauty you look at
gets you through the day.
Chamber of stillness
in prosaic life:
Beauty you look at
can help you survive.
Then comes vacation.
You can get away:
enter the beauty,
if just for a day.
Surrounded by aspens
on a mountain hike:
Beauty you live in
brings you back to life.
Back from vacation,
re-enter the grey.
Beauty you live in
seems so far away.
Back to the picture
but make no mistake:
Beauty you look at
just isn’t the same.
Out of Babel 
This is really good.
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I thought you would like it in particular. 😉
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When I travelled to Costa Rica I was in awe of the panoramas I saw with my eyes, but the ones I took with my camera were disappointing.
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Yes, sometimes the camera just can’t capture it. I guess this shows that photography is more of an art than we tend to realize.
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Nice poem. I can relate to it. So sorry your world is grey.
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My world is not grey at this moment. Since moving West, the beauty is right out my front window, and I am grateful.
I wrote this when living in a very difficult city with no beauty in easy reach. I received a small print of a lovely painting, and it refreshed me. I posted the poem because this is an experience we can all relate to from time to time.
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Glad to hear it’s improved. I figured Idaho would do that – although I’ve never been there.
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Great writing!
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