Perfection: Chicago, USA

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Sholeh Loehle ©

 

My mother was pitting the sour cherries to prepare them for freezing
and storage. They glowed in the warm summer sun, perfectly round.

“No created thing shall ever attain its paradise unless it appeareth in its highest prescribed degree of perfection. For instance, this crystal representeth the paradise of the stone whereof its substance is composed. Likewise there are various stages in the paradise for the crystal itself… So long as it was stone it was worthless, but if it attaineth the excellence of ruby—a potentiality which is latent in it—how much a carat will it be worth? Consider likewise every created thing. ” -The Báb

 

Sholeh is a founder and Photography Editor of Nineteen Months and takes photos with a Canon Rebel. As a child, she was a master fort builder and mud pie baker. Now she reads books, cooks, and doesn’t try to climb trees. She is a certified event planner. She lives in Chicago with her husband, works as an event manager, and blogs here.