Beauty Swoon

Sometimes the beauty of Oregon will still catch me off-guard as I’m driving through town, and I’ll wish I could capture forever what my eyes see in that instant.

I didn’t realize before we moved to Texas just how much my happiness depends on the physical beauty of the landscape around me. People there will tell you they see beauty, and I trust they see their version of it. But nothing ever truly took my breath away like it does here in Oregon. The Fall colors, the layers of hill and mountain on the horizon, the great big sky and maze of clouds – it all becomes a well from which I draw great peace.

I am so grateful to be back here, and grateful for the daily swoon I feel from the beauty all around me.

wood path

Mt Hood

abby and eli horizon


heart-shaped shell

main library tree and leaves

  • Jennifer Hunt

    Beautiful. I think for many people, there is nothing more beautiful than home. My husband pines for the Utah Valley mountains–our Southern Utah mountains are pretty too, but their not his. I loved the Texas prairies and the Lisbon beaches, but there will be nothing more beautiful to me than driving through the desert at sunrise while the wind lightly shifts the tumbleweeds.

    • I understand better than before that idea of beauty and home, because I *know* my friends who love Texas love things about it I couldn’t see.