Mauri and Sherry

A friend in Michigan forwarded these pictures to me today. The note attached said: “I think this is just too beautiful not to share. This does not happen very often … What absolute beauty!” I agree with that assessment, but something struck me about that. A peacock’s beauty is in its color, isn’t it? Of course the feathers are amazing, especially when he’s luring his lover. But in this guy’s case we find the absence of his main attraction–his color–especially beautiful. This gives me a strange sense of hope. I can’t really explain it. Maybe you can.