Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch. – Yoshida Kenko

As if to dress the winter marsh, cattails turn their cigar heads into a white and fluffy mass of seeds, ready to drift off in the wind and build new colonies for spring. * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013

“Prometheus, teacher in every art, brought the fire that hath proved to mortals a means to mighty ends.”

Credited with the creation of man from clay, a bronze gilded Promethius guards holiday visitors and skaters at New York City’s Rockefeller Center plaza. The fire of 40,000+ shining holiday tree lights, strung on five miles of wire, reinforces this fabled god’s title as the giver of fire to humanity. * * * This year’s tree, a … More “Prometheus, teacher in every art, brought the fire that hath proved to mortals a means to mighty ends.”

Black is a misnomer

True to its name, this winterberry holly heralds the pending change of season with clusters of red berries. Commonly called black alder, its leaves turn black before dropping off. Its berries, however, brighten the landscape well into the winter months—assuming, that is, that the birds don’t get to them first. * * * Photo by Mary … More Black is a misnomer