The warmth of last week was illusory, but welcome.
As I walked the grounds of the Indianapolis Museum of Art,
I saw plants that had definitely succumbed to earlier cold temperatures
and frost. One in particular lay, flattened on a granite wall,
revealing another sort of peculiar beauty, its white ribs and fur lying
in flattened swirls against the background of the dark green leaf.
However, in response to the warmer temperatures,
daffodils had bloomed in some of the more sheltered coves
of the gardens. I'm certain they didn't last because
a cold front came in overnight, that essentially killed
my will to shop, so the daffodils surely lowered their golden heads
to wait for a better day to shine.
These images were taken very near to each other.
Just behind them was the patch of daffodils.
Somehow, I don't think it is a coincidence that every thing
was golden, because they created the perfect contrast
to the gray surrounding them.