I was tired. I yearned to be in a quiet, dark place, but had to go into the city, to the dentist. Ergh. Trudge trudge drudge. I yearned and yawned. I dragged my feet along the pavement. Pound pound sludge.
Then I saw it.
The David Jones Spring Flower Show.
Hundreds and thousands of fresh floral faces composed into window displays. Bloomin’ pictures. Living art designed to please the senses, or should I say the scentses.
Recently I’ve been inspired (when not trudging, drudging or sludging) to photograph reflections.
It’s not just the reflection – it’s when you can simultaneously see what’s inside and what’s outside.
I love that.
On that drab dentist day, the spring flower show
opened the eyes of my heart.
I was calmed. Here was my day’s Beauty Quotient.
My Beauty Fix.
It eased me through dental discomfort.
What happened next? I went (inwardly) wild. I couldn’t help myself.
I fell for the wall textures in the dentist’s fancy-pants high-rise building.
Shh. Don’t look, anyone. I might seem like a mild-mannered middle-aged woman on a bad hair day, but I’m actually a surreptitious i-Phone texture-hunter.
I might seem to be seriously studying the arrangement of elevator buttons, but actually I’m seeing Beauty in the Walls. Pattern. Texture.
Beauty beauty everywhere.
That’s the trouble, my friends, with the Beauty Drug. You think you’re fine. One minute you’re sluggishly hauling your ordinary self through the central business district like everybody else but then you get your Beauty fix. And one dose of Beauty only leads to another. And it never ends.
Are you too a Beauty Addict? Do you require your daily fix?