the evolutionary necessity of beauty

so this smoke bush somehow made itself unavoidably beautiful, and i harvested it in order to look at it longer than I could look at it if i simply drove by. and then i took its photo, and i will dispose of it somewhere in our woods, and perhaps a new smoke bush will emerge as a result of all of those seeds waiting to fall, among the ethereal and almost unbelievable haze of its blossoms. and who is to say that that is not evolution, favoring beauty over ugliness?

smoke bush (smoketree)