John Keats, one of those guys that makes my heart quiver with excitement and awe at the sole mention of his name, wrote in Endymion that a thing of beauty is a joy forever. Too true. I was digitally leafing through my pictures today and came across something that I consider extremely beautiful, yet, I stumbled across it somewhere that did not look anywhere near as beautiful as the thing of beauty itself. Do you know where I took this picture? Answers in the comments please. And while you’re at it, where have you found unexpected beauty?