Tell me about trivial beauty in your life. What do you remember as beautiful?

i like quiet, dark railroads

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Waking up well before sun up, and heading up the mountain for to a spot you've already scouted. Still pitch dark for a while, then the sunrise begins and you wait patiently.

Soon it's light enough to see and there you are witnessing the creation of God, it's amazing, not another soul in sight.

That is church my friend, no one but you and God in his creation.

Flowers in bloom. Their beauty blooms regardless. Reminds me as a person should do the same.

Beauty is never trivial...

"What a joy it is to drift down a river in summer"

Yes I remember when that was beautiful also.

Let me tell what it like now on the Merced River because I float a lot. Henderson Park in Snelling, the get out point is full of drug dealers, drug addicts and gangsters. Good luck not getting your car broken into. All the rows of parking spaces away from the main grass area have broken glass on the ground from break ins. The get in points maintained by Merced Irrigation District, likewise, gangsters, drugs. I've had my car broken into twice, window smashed. Even yesterday I pulled up next to the Coho parking lot, (not inside the lot, I park outside the broken down barbed wire fence now) and some gangster in a winter grey camouflage puffy coat almost immediately pulls very close to my car in his tricked out $80,000 truck. I decide to wait him out before leaving my car, he hangs out next to the shutdown restroom/drug dealing spot. I decide fuck it and drive upstream to another get in spot that isn't that safe either, wait about a half hour to see if anyone shows up, finally go floating wondering if my car will be broken into when I get back. This time no break in.

Nature in the mountains in the shithole of all shithole National forests, Stanislaus National Forest is no better. Weekends is all dirtbikes in dead tree and burned out tree zones.

This is a nice thread. Looking at clouds. Puppies. Streams in the fields. Wild strawberries. The link sky of dusk. Fireflies.

The post above 100%

The girl I fell in love with at five years old. The woman she became. Alas, it ended in the nope for life. Like she always said, "We have history." Nothing like her.

This is such a beautiful and uplifting post, thank you for the opportunity to search our hearts and minds for our own lovely memories and thoughts of our future adventures into Gods bounty here upon earth.

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Tiny seashells.. I have a collection of tiny seashells from an ancient beach, near where I live, and every single one of them is beautiful.

the pubic hairs on my gf in the morning sunlight shining through the window

What do you remember as beautiful?

How about (for those older than 40) a YELLOW sun for starters.
Today's sun is beyond white, it is like walking into a laser beam of ultra-white, scorching, bone penetrating heat.

Swinging on a swing early saturday morning with the neighbor girl i had a crush on.

Singing puff the magic dragon (we were both 6)

I just noticed this atop the related threads list:

Thread: Life lived in the absence of the psychedelic experience that primordial shamanism is based on is life trivialized, life denied , life enslaved to the

"We have to stop CONSUMING our
culture. We have to CREATE culture.
DON'T watch TV, DON' T read
magazines, don't even listen to NPR.
Create your OWN roadshow . The
nexus of space and time where you
are -- NOW -- is the most immediate
sector of your universe . And if you're
worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill
Clinton or somebody else, then you
are disempowered. You' re giving it all
away to ICONS . Icons which are
maintained by an electronic media so
that, you want to dress like X or have
lips like Y ... This is shit - brained, this
kind of thinking. That is all cultural
diversion . What is real is you, and
your friends , your associations, your
highs , your orgasms , your hopes,
your plans , your fears. And, we are
told No , you're unimportant , you' re
peripheral - - get a degree, get a job ,
get a this , get that, and then you're a
player. You don't even want to play
that game. You want to reclaim your
mind and get it out of the hands of
the cultural engineers who want to
turn you into a half-baked moron
consuming all this trash that's being
manufactured out of the bones of a
dying world."

That first real snowfall, or any snowfall in the woods when it is so quiet and the big fluffy flakes are just floating all around you.

Working like crazy outdoors on a cold day all day long and coming in to a hot shower and homemade dinner.

Looking at a finished woodpile.

The smell of silage, hay, and warm cows on a frosty morning when you get up at 4am to milk them and how soft their flank is when you lean forward and press your head against it and pat them to let them know you are starting.

Summer nights listening to the wind susurrating through the trees and owls calling, especially screech owls.

The smell of the perfect strawberry, still warm from the sun before you pop it into your mouth. Ever since my children were just babies, I would take them strawberry picking and we would all pick our most perfect strawberry and close our eyes and remember the sun on our shoulders and the smell of that berry and then the way it tastes when you bite into it and save that for the coldest darkest morning of winter when we put homemade strawberry jam on our toast and had a little sunshine for breakfast.

The playfulness of kittens and then, when they are good and tired, the snuggliness of a little purring ball of fur close against you.

Sunsets and sunrises, moons and stars and especially meteor showers and the auroras - the kind where you wake everyone up in the wee hours and spread a blanket out on the lawn and take popcorn and thermos of hot chocolate or chamomile tea and all lay on the blanket and watch.

hours and hours of free time to read a good book cover to cover

How about calling the bank to get help relating to an issue that could have been resolved in a minute or two and not having to wait for 30-40 minutes on hold only to finally get the wrong person that has to put you back on hold, only to get transferred to someone that you have to start back at block 1 with them not having any of the info. that you just spent the last 20 minutes discussing with the person before them, then they put you on hold again and after waiting another 10 minutes you get disconnected. Not mentioning the fact that most are rude.
THIS IS THE NEW NORMAL!

The color of blossoms at dusk

and the morning dew

Morning Dew

Our grandparent's lake hose. The serenity of the water, the birds singing, the vegetable garden, the dogs playing with us outside, and the smell of homemade food. Everything my grandma made was delicious! I miss you, grandma.

And horses! The way they smell, how soft their noses are, how they feel going over a jump or running across a field or on a beach, or just plodding through the woods. They way their ears twitch back as if they are really listening as you pour out your soul on a trail ride when you are just riding to escape your problems. As a child, the horses and trees were the best listeners.

Jeffery Quarry is these three quarries that were flooded and abandoned - the equipment is still at the bottom which is deep.

We loved swimming there as kids, someone bought it and no one can go up there anymore, but it was beautiful. We used to swim across and cliff dive off the 40' cliffs as kids.

Honeysuckle. The CC camps where my Grandpa had built some rock buildings back in the day, the state made them into pavilions. But the water is pretty there and the woods.

There is a bowl made out of rock at the top of a water fall.

You can sit it in like a tub.

When we were really little, we would catch fireflies in coke bottles.

You make your girlfriend sleep outside?

He likes to show her off to the neighbors.

I genuinely thought the only reason people hunted was to have an excuse to smoke meth in the woods.

We used mason jars with holes hammered into the lids with nails, making them good for few other purposes.

As if they would have suffocated in the few hours we kept them before releasing them...

A babies laugh

My dogs deep sigh before going to sleep

One can ba a creator, a destroyer or a watcher in life.

A creator comes from the heart.
A destroyer comes from the mind.

Unfortunately today, there’s too many destroyer in this world just to feel empowered.

Few can just be a watcher because it does not empower the ego.

This was the very first thing I thought of, along with puffy cumulus clouds.