After the fresh snowfall, the mountain range was pretty as a picture.
Despite the mud on his boots, the farmer standing in his field looked pretty as a picture.
Even covered in flour while baking, my best friend looked pretty as a picture.
Even her clumsy attempts at gardening were pretty as a picture to him.
Even her imperfections, he thought, made her pretty as a picture.
Even her messy handwriting, scrawled across the postcard, seemed pretty as a picture.
Even her messy ponytail and oversized sweater made her pretty as a picture.
Even her silence, listening intently, made her pretty as a picture.
Even the cracks in the ancient vase couldn't detract from its being pretty as a picture.
Even the dust motes dancing in the sunbeam seemed pretty as a picture.
Even the simple act of reading a book in the sun made her pretty as a picture.
Even when frustrated with her work, she managed to look pretty as a picture.
Even with smudged paint on her face, she looked pretty as a picture while working on her mural.
Even with tears in her eyes, she looked pretty as a picture to him.
He always thought his daughter's drawings, though simple, were pretty as a picture.
He always thought his grandmother, with her kind eyes and silver hair, was pretty as a picture.
He considered the carefully crafted bonsai tree pretty as a picture.
He found her sketching in the park, looking pretty as a picture with the sunlight in her hair.
He thought the sleeping cat, curled up on the windowsill, was pretty as a picture.
He thought the way the rain glistened on the cobblestone streets was pretty as a picture.
Her garden, overflowing with roses and lavender, was pretty as a picture.
Her little cottage, nestled amongst the wildflowers, was pretty as a picture.
She framed the watercolor painting, deeming it pretty as a picture.
She remembered the moment he proposed, the scene under the moonlight being pretty as a picture.
That abandoned church, draped in ivy, looked pretty as a picture against the stormy sky.
That sunset over the ocean, ablaze with orange and pink hues, was pretty as a picture.
The abandoned lighthouse, standing tall against the crashing waves, was pretty as a picture.
The antique music box, playing a delicate melody, was pretty as a picture.
The antique shop, filled with curious trinkets, was pretty as a picture.
The antique teacup, adorned with delicate floral patterns, was pretty as a picture.
The arrangement of seashells on the windowsill was pretty as a picture.
The autumn foliage, ablaze with red and gold, was pretty as a picture.
The bride, walking down the aisle in her lace gown, was pretty as a picture.
The butterfly garden, teeming with life and color, was pretty as a picture.
The campfire, crackling beneath the starry sky, was pretty as a picture.
The cascading waterfall, surrounded by lush vegetation, was pretty as a picture.
The children building sandcastles on the beach were pretty as a picture.
The children playing in the park, their laughter echoing in the air, were pretty as a picture.
The Christmas tree, sparkling with ornaments and lights, was pretty as a picture.
The close-up photograph of the blooming rose was pretty as a picture.
The colorful kites soaring high above the beach were pretty as a picture.
The dance recital, with its twirling costumes and graceful movements, was pretty as a picture.
The dancer in her flowing costume seemed pretty as a picture.
The dew-kissed spiderweb, glistening in the morning sun, was pretty as a picture.
The display of antique clocks was pretty as a picture.
The display of handcrafted jewelry was pretty as a picture.
The display of handmade pottery in the craft fair was pretty as a picture.
The display window of the bakery, filled with tempting pastries, was pretty as a picture.
The family portrait, capturing a moment in time, was pretty as a picture.
The farmer's market, overflowing with fresh produce, was pretty as a picture.
The field of lavender, swaying in the breeze, was pretty as a picture.
The field of tulips in full bloom was pretty as a picture.
The flower arrangement on the table, bursting with color, was pretty as a picture.
The freshly baked bread, still steaming on the windowsill, was pretty as a picture.
The handmade quilt, stitched with love and care, was pretty as a picture.
The hot air balloon floating gently above the landscape was pretty as a picture.
The ice sculptures glistening under the lights were pretty as a picture.
The illuminated Eiffel Tower at night was pretty as a picture.
The illuminated skyline of the city at night was pretty as a picture.
The intricate embroidery on the silk scarf was pretty as a picture.
The lone tree standing silhouetted against the dawn was pretty as a picture.
The mountain lake reflecting the surrounding peaks was pretty as a picture.
The newborn baby, sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms, was pretty as a picture.
The old books stacked haphazardly on the shelf were pretty as a picture.
The old carousel, with its painted horses, was pretty as a picture.
The old leather-bound journal, filled with handwritten entries, was pretty as a picture.
The old map, with its faded ink and intricate details, was pretty as a picture.
The old, weathered barn, surrounded by a field of sunflowers, was pretty as a picture.
The ornate ceiling of the cathedral, adorned with frescoes, was pretty as a picture.
The ornate gates leading to the private estate were pretty as a picture.
The patchwork quilt draped across the armchair was pretty as a picture.
The perfectly arranged fruit bowl, with its vibrant colors, was pretty as a picture.
The perfectly iced cake, adorned with edible flowers, was pretty as a picture.
The quaint harbor town, with its colorful boats bobbing gently, looked pretty as a picture.
The reflection of the city lights on the still water of the lake was pretty as a picture.
The rolling hills of Ireland, dotted with sheep and ancient ruins, were pretty as a picture.
The rolling waves crashing against the shore were pretty as a picture.
The rustic charm of the country inn made it pretty as a picture.
The rustic wooden bridge crossing the stream was pretty as a picture.
The scene from the hilltop, with the sprawling valley below, was pretty as a picture.
The snow-covered evergreens, standing tall and majestic, were pretty as a picture.
The snow-covered village, nestled in the valley, was pretty as a picture.
The stained-glass window depicting a biblical scene was pretty as a picture.
The street musician playing his guitar in the square was pretty as a picture.
The tiny details in the miniature dollhouse made it pretty as a picture.
The tiny hummingbird hovering near the flower was pretty as a picture.
The villa overlooking the Tuscan hills, with its terracotta roof and cypress trees, was pretty as a picture.
The vineyards stretching across the rolling hills were pretty as a picture.
The vintage typewriter, sitting on the desk, was pretty as a picture.
The way she laughed, her eyes sparkling with joy, was pretty as a picture.
The way she smiled, even after a long day, was pretty as a picture.
The way she tilted her head while concentrating made her pretty as a picture.
The way the fireflies twinkled in the twilight was pretty as a picture.
The way the light filtered through the stained-glass window was pretty as a picture.
The way the moonlight illuminated the ancient ruins was pretty as a picture.
The way the sun filtered through the curtains in the morning made her pretty as a picture.
The way the sunlight streamed through the forest canopy was pretty as a picture.
The weathered wooden fence surrounding the pasture was pretty as a picture.
Their first dance at the wedding, with all eyes on them, was pretty as a picture.
Their picnic spread, laid out on a checkered blanket, was pretty as a picture.