Apocalypse, told in ivy. I. Fractals.

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth by speaking the language of mathematics, the first and most beautiful of all speeches. I’m convinced of that. If God wasn’t a mathematician, why is the world so full of wondrous geometries? Even the ivy growing quietly at the side of the house does so in the fractal appointed to it from the very beginning. So much repetition, so much monotony. So much beauty.

Taken while out walking on the evening of Thursday, 16 August 2018. (First of a series, hopefully.)

The green ivy grows in a fractal along a white wall, and reaches for the door beyond.

velivolans; flying with sails and gale-force wings @vega