My most beautiful thing is life - and for the record, I don't always remember or realize that life is my most beautiful, most precious, most valuable thing. But when Fiona first mentioned this idea and I started trying to come up with one thing, one most beautiful thing, I couldn't do it.
Like most people, I thought about my family - my husband who I adore. Our two daughters who we both love to distraction. All three are most beautiful things - as are our grandsons. But is one more beautiful than another? I don't think so ... maybe at a given time, or in a certain picture ... but in actuality? No way.
Places where I've visited or lived - many of them are truly gorgeous and will always be remembered as such. Paris, New York, Rome - those are the obvious cities that sit in my mind wreathed in beauty but I lived near the Thousand Islands for awhile and cannot forget that magical place, nor St.John's, Newfoundland, or Scarborough Bluffs where I grew up ... but my most beautiful? I don't think so.
What about flowers? I love flowers and am always photographing them ... could I decide one is the most beautiful of them all?
I am sure many are suffering this same dilemma.
For me, it's come down to this ... I will select a photo that represents something I find beautiful always - childhood innocence - captured in this extreme close-up of a baby's face. That's for today. Tonight I might select something altogether different. Tomorrow, something else again.
The value in this exercise for me is much like writing a small stone - it's making me stop and pay attention. I'm looking at things with new eyes and that's never a bad thing.
I found it interesting how seriously I took an assignment to find my most beautiful thing, that I couldn't in good conscience do it!