Crimson muse

I walked the pond and remembered that Joanna had discovered a patch of Cranberry there last autumn. Although it is forage for many others, there were berries enough for sauce to accompany our meal at Thanksgiving. I could see a number of crimson leaves poking above the accumulated snow. How pretty they were, nestled in a shallow pocket and surrounded by uncomfortable looking crystals.

If asked to compare the colors of winter to those of other seasons, I believe that most of us would be quick to discount them as drab, monochromatic. I disagree. Having said that, I hasten to observe that although there is an abundance of color in the winter landscape, it is shy and does not shout its whereabouts. Because winter color presents on a somewhat different scale, one must be especially observant.

Lovely leaves. The blush of color provides a vibrant reminder that life abounds. Even in the cold of winter. It reminds me how tenacious life is. The distilled interaction of genome and the environment ensures the efficiency of the species. Each is well prepared, not tenuous. For, if it were not so, surely some other form would have taken its place.

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19 thoughts on “Crimson muse

    1. Yes .. I failed to see the larger lesson Maurice. Thanks for pointing it out. Also … it is clear that you spent a significant amount of time reading and commenting on several of my recent posts. I hope you had a large cup of coffee along for the ride. I’m feeling badly for thinking you felt the need to do so. Having said that, thanks for doing so! D

  1. That is an absolutely lovely image, David. The rich red and the sharp detail of the flakes make for a real visual treat. I totally agree with your observation about the colors of winter. Beauty is where we seek it.

    1. Thanks so much Steve. Give your artistic eye, your technical skill, and your years of experience, feedback such as this is much appreciated … I am pleased.

  2. Most intriguing – how ice crystals attached to the leaves look more elongated (if I am correct). As you said – illustrating that intricate interplay of life-forms and their environment. I like the high contrast and the vivid red.

  3. Even though these leaves are emerging, rather than hanging on, they reminded me of some lines from Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem, “Christabel”:

    “There is not wind enough to twirl
    The one red leaf, the last of its clan,
    That dances as often as dance it can,
    Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
    On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. ”

    It’s such a beautiful image. JSTOR has published some coloring pages for people who enjoy that craft, and one page is a drawing of snowflakes from the 1700s. Your cranberry suggests nature enjoys her own sort of coloring. If you ever find a fuchsia or indigo flake, we’ll know for sure.

  4. A Seasons Greetings card in the making! So crisp and clean. Simplicity at its finest. So lovely and yet tough enough to brave the elements. Just gorgeous.

  5. Really beautiful photograph … nice discovery! I love that the leaves look like the plant’s version of crystals.

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