Here’s another take on the abandoned house in southwest Oklahoma. I’m always amazed at the presence of beauty in the midst of decay and abandonment. Here, the wild flowers (some would call them weeds) are framed by the wood and tin of the ancient house. Even as one is dying the other is living and thriving. I had a conversation with one of my sons today about dilemmas and life struggles. I promised him that they will always exist, but I felt confident he could handle them. When things seem to be falling apart, new beauty is often struggling to live. If we let it, and nurture it, the old that we once thought so precious becomes less important. The old now acts simply as a faded counterpoint to new beauty.
