It’s summer in the Rocky Mountains, and I think it might only last a day, at least one day at a time. But the wild flowers were stunning enroute to Canmore yesterday. And I thought about Philip Yancey’s comments in his book ‘I Was Just Wondering” as to how the concept of beauty and pleasure is “the philospohical equivalent for atheists, to the problem of pain, for Christians.” I have experienced pain in life, and I am on a quest for beauty, and the abundant wildflowers were like a massive bouquet selected just for me. I could not help but stop to take some pictures. It does not hurt to have the grey blue majestic Rocky Mountains as a back drop.
Who is responsible for all the beauty in this world? Why does nature speak to the soul?