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A little wooden butterfly scotch taped to a piece of vellum that was taped to a sunny window.  A bit of fun on a Tuesday morning. 😉

The name of the plant I do not know.  Its cost was $2.48.  I know that because the label is still on the side of the little plastic pot. I have never replanted it.  I sometimes forget to water it and then when I do I sometimes drown it but it is a succulent and that seems to be okay.

I have tucked it in a very, very sunny corner. Perhaps for that reason it forgives my neglect and on occasion produces these magnificent pale blooms on pencil thin stalks that I snip and place in an old spice jar.  I’ve been photographing them against a background of white vellum.

We’ll see what the rest of the winter holds, if new blooms will emerge.  Meanwhile, I’ll try to show my appreciation by buying some soil later today so I can replant this (and several more) plants later in the week…

I believe in magic especially this winter as I’ve watched frost form upon the windows.  Read more at Creativity Portal about the Winter Window Magic I’ve seen.  Enjoy!

but I am certainly glad I looked.

Only a little bit of moisture so no great ice sculptures as before though I still see stars and lost universes.

Just light reflecting and refracting, striking the dust, and veiling that magnificent oak tree.

That is what that science guy of mine said over breakfast this morning.  “Beauty is fractal.  No matter the scale at which we view a thing, it is beautiful.”  We weren’t specifically talking about flowers but we could have been.  There is more I’d like to write about that statement but why when someone else has written so … beautifully … about “the mystery of a flower.”  If you have five minutes and eleven seconds today, check out this video and hear the words of physicist Richard Feynman on Beauty. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRmbwczTC6E&list=PL92F9FC91BBE2210D

I only had to hop one fence, calm down one startled rabbit, and wade hip-deep through one muddy grove to reach the graveled path leading up to the power station.  I had visited this area before and was curious what this season held for viewing.  For the most part, I kept my camera aimed high hoping to catch sight of the hawk I’d seen before but then at some point I realized I should watch my footing on the icy rocks.  I glanced down and this is what I saw.

In one small area ice sheets stretched.  In some places water bubbled beneath the surface.  Rocks and leaves were enveloped by sheer winter wraps.   Later at home I played around a bit with the lighting.  Revealed were bright stars in a dark sky and stained glass perfect for an outdoor cathedral.

One day later my hands are still cold from…