Pattern
The garden in winter is about pattern
Gone are the distractions of lush green blade, riotous blossom, or nodding leaf. Instead there is geometry against a stark white background.
But, though the scene is reduced to planes, there is nothing plain about this scene - oh no! There is depth, shape, and drama. There are shadows and light. Most of all, there is sparkle.
Behold the patterns in my garden:
Bare sticks...
Animal tracks...
My neighbour's shrub...
The pink chrysanthemum that gave me so much joy last autumn....
Hydrangea branches...
Cedar hedge...
Iron rails of the deck...
A lone sunflower stalk, against a deep blue sky.
Gone are the distractions of lush green blade, riotous blossom, or nodding leaf. Instead there is geometry against a stark white background.
But, though the scene is reduced to planes, there is nothing plain about this scene - oh no! There is depth, shape, and drama. There are shadows and light. Most of all, there is sparkle.
Behold the patterns in my garden:
Bare sticks...
Animal tracks...
My neighbour's shrub...
The pink chrysanthemum that gave me so much joy last autumn....
Hydrangea branches...
Cedar hedge...
Iron rails of the deck...
A lone sunflower stalk, against a deep blue sky.
Crusts of snow.
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