Well, it's been awhile, but these diaries come up on me like butterflies. And when I compare discussions of beauty, with the awesomely relevant hardhitting political and social diaries that DK consistently delivers, I'm reluctant to waste space on this topic. I throw myself on your mercy, throw up your offerings on the Altar of Beauty!
For those who are new to the topic, you are invited to share your most recent moments of beauty in this diary. That's all the guidance you need. Now commenceth my erratic ramblings. My last most beautiful moment was slogging through serious wind, cold, and snow-drifts in Waterton Lakes National Park, in Canada, over Christmas. I'd gone up to Canada to be with my family, and had been weirdly disappointed by the warmth and lack of snow. It was like bracing for a knife-fight that turned out to be a session of paper-rock-scissors.
We drove south and spent 3 days in Waterton, which had all the winter I needed. Frozen creeks, waist-deep snow, core-chilling snow-blitz winds, and gorgeousness everywhere. I walk happily in landscapes like this because being forced to factor survival into casual walks makes me love life all the more. I'm a bit perverse that way.