A flower is not trying to be beautiful. Yet we find it to be beautiful.
A cloud at sunset is not trying to be beautiful. Yet we find it to be beautiful.
A blanket of snowfall in a secluded forest is not trying to be beautiful. Yet we find it to be beautiful.
This list could clearly continue for quite a while. But I think you get the idea.
So what is going on here? Why are such things so beautiful? This is a serious question.
Must be their fractal dimension! If it’s close to acacia trees canopies then we are bound to like such sights. I’m afraid this is not a serious answer.
It takes nature eons of primping and preening to look so effortlessly beautiful.
Thanks for the interesting answers! Time and fractals — always a powerful combination.