What Matters: Beauty

During ten months in Bolivia last year, I was constantly noticing beautiful things.

The white straw hat on a woman’s head that framed her face like a halo. The little buff and gold finches that flew up out of the tall grass as we walked down the hill from our house. The powdered-sugar dusting of snow on the gingerbread slopes of Cerro Tunari.

Now I’m trying to keep the same lenses on my perception, to note the myriad beautiful vistas, scenes and moments in life here in more mundane St Paul—and, more importantly to create more of them for myself, and for others.