I've always thought beauty...

I've always thought beauty to be a precarious thing. One misplaced stroke, even the lightest of lines can alter. It is not of youth. I believe there is a glow that comes only with age. Nor is it of beastliness. Sometimes, there is none in form more beauty-blessed. But beauty is a precarious thing based on absolute sight.

Oh but now I speak of Absolute. That is another thing altogether.

(Taken one fine afternoon at Brittany Bay very near the home of my childhood)