It’s easy to admire the obvious beauty of a freshly blooming rose, a cloudless blue sky or a panoramic view from a mountaintop. Yet I’ve found sometimes beauty is where I least expect to find it: hiding in the mire and the muck, buried within the forgotten locations, concealed by what is seemingly rotting and decrepit.

Sometimes it takes effort, sometimes it takes a second glance, but I’ve found if I persist, I’m usually happy I took the time…

This is just a glimpse of what I discovered while admiring the beauty amidst the decay…

What remains of the Peter Iredale.

The Peter Iredale.

Battery Russell at Fort Stevens State Park.

The Peter Iredale.

Where did you see beauty today?