Sunday Scribblings asks: What do you make of art?
Look around. Indoors or out. Anywhere you look, there is art.
A child's hands, a flawless red pepper, sunbeams shining through clouds, your dog bounding across the snow-covered lawn, the delicate fronds of a fern, a perfectly smooth egg, a cardinal at the feeder, a Love-in-a-Mist bloom.
Look at this art, and then tell me there is no Creator.