Where do you find beauty?

There was a question about truth and beauty asked not to long ago, and I responded that only at that point did I understand the term "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." I, personally, find beauty in everything. I'm rather fond of finding the beauty in agony, being a tragedian. I like looking at the beauty of nature and in art. I find beauty in souls, in people.
The only place I don't find much beauty is in myself. I'm rather preocupied with bewauty, actually. It's really quite sad, but there it is. I'm nice and I'm funny and I'm giving, but I'm also very mean sometimes. So my soul is only kind of pretty. And I'm not physically pretty at all, so we can cross that one out. But I do like to capture beauty through photos and writing and whatnot. So maybe that makes up for it.
So where do I find beauty? Everywhere except for me.