fancyface

My idea of beautiful changes from day to day, minute to minute. And isn't that the way it should be? Yesterday afternoon it was Jamie's photos of blossoming buds, the day before it was the icy gems that decorate my grandma's fingers, and how nicely they contrast with her oh-so-olive skin--a gene I didn't inherit. But this model's fresh-looking face has haunted me all week. I find her to be quite beautiful too, in a pretty simple way.