I believe you can find beauty in almost anything. Even in the looping knots of the magnified Ebola virus. And yesterday evening I found beauty in cellphone towers.
It was sunset when I started down from the summit of Shaw Butte, a relatively high peak in the middle of Phoenix. It is one of the two tallest peaks in North Mountain Park. The other, North Mountain, is just a shade smaller. Both mountains are in the 2,000 foot range in elevation, yet 1,000 feet higher than nearby terrain. And both are dotted with cellphone towers.
Heading down the rough road, I suddenly became struck by these metal trees. I must have caught them just at the right moment. The mix of man-made metal and Nature-made shadows compelled me to pull out by old Canon and shoot away. Behind the towers, clouds of all colors amid an azure sky enhanced the scene. Nature’s own cellphone tower, a giant Saguaro, rested nearby, the tops of its numerous arms swathed in sunlight. It would be hard to choose one tower over the other unless you intellectualized it: Nature is best, cellphone towers on mountain tops are evil.
All of this reminded me to take longer looks at things that at first seem repulsive.
The other night watching “Forensic Files” I could barely stand to look at a disfigured woman. Her son had stabbed her three times in the head with a long knife. She recovered but her face looked akin to a burn victim. It took great courage for her to now walk in public, to see the stares, to see the quick-turns of faces looking away. But I believe if you examined that face long enough, that courage would be reflected somewhere, in some aspect on that face And that would be beautiful.