“Every moment and every event of a man’s life on earth plants something in his soul”
 – Thomas Merton

It’s the simple pleasure of walking by a group of dried flower stalks and seeing something wondrous in them. Among the winter kill, these plants, though dead as well, refuse to lay down. Instead, they stand along the shores, nearly six feet tall, enduring the elements like some wild sentinels. Though cold winds blow, snow swirls, and the frozen river groans in the distance, they stand, and await spring, impervious to the elements.

I stood among them, for a time, enjoying their durability and a bit of whimsy as the sun danced across the seed heads. They are so out of place, yet right where they should be and I mean to return in the summer to see them in bloom.

Nikon D300
Tamron 70-200mm f/2.8 @ 190mm
1/400 sec, f/10, ISO 250

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