A couple weeks ago, I took pictures as I was leaving the grounds
of the Indianapolis Museum of Art. I returned Wednesday,
making certain I visited the grounds first because, oddly, I found
the gardens, dormant in the middle of this Midwestern
winter, to be full of curious beauties.
I don't know what they were -- hosta? -- but these
blue-gray leaves, lying among the sienna-colored pine needles,
created a striking arrangement in a garden bed
just outside the museum's restaurant.