Despite the very cold weather, I recently found myself outside taking pictures of “dead plants” again, which is more interesting than it sounds. I like plants in winter; without the distraction of so much color, the structures and textures become more apparent.
I found grasses and milkweed seeds that looked so soft I wanted to bury my face in them,
skeletal Queen Anne’s Lace flowers that resembled fireworks,
and tiny, delicate, perfectly formed flower heads.
And all of these were located in a little strip of vegetation next to a parking lot. It’s amazing how much beauty is around us when we stop to look for it.