DorothyDorothyIn memory of my grandmother, Dorothy. I have fond memories of the snapdragons she planted beneath her kitchen window. They were always my favorite, and to this day I always have snapdragons for spring.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. We hear it all the time. But beauty is truly subjective — beauty to one may be grotesque to another and vice versa. Beauty is in the mystery, the wonder, the unknown. It is the play of light and dark, smooth and rough, old and new. Beauty is in the things that make us think or in unanswered questions. It is the ugly and the sordid and the handsome and honorable. More importantly, beauty is what we choose to make it.