I'm terrible at surprises.
I was the child who shook and inspected every single present under the Christmas tree. I skipped to the end of the books to read the ending before picking up again in the middle.
I thought I'd outgrow my need to know but still today, I can't help but read the synopsis of the movie I am about to watch. Even when I said I didn't want to learn the sex of our second child, I couldn't not look when the ultrasound tech left the room with telling information on the screen.
I like to know. Yet when I was perusing landscape images, I was drawn to these images of not knowing.
What beauty lives up and over the hill or beyond the curve of the road? The question is relegated to rhetorical status because the images here are playing coy, leaving more questions than answers. Journey clearly trumps destination. I find myself drawn into the images precisely because I don't know the answer. And I don't have to.
Because there can be such beauty in not knowing.
tara is tea of boots & tea and tara on the wander on flickr.
Highway One, CA-Beauty at every twist and turn by KJBehavior