Beauty and Perception.

Can you see beauty in the ordinary?
Can you see beauty in the dull?

Is beauty in the eye of the beholder?
Or is beauty everywhere?

When I got these shoes I thought there were blue.
A few days later I realised they were black.

I liked them when they were blue.
I prefer them being black.

How is this possible?
What's doing the creating?

Is life actually happening from the inside out?
Not the outside in?