House of Plants, Part Eight: Returning to Palms

After leaving the Fern House, we wandered and gazed through the southern end of the Palm House.



Color of Life

The mystique of the moment only seems to be amplified in the weeks that have passed. Perhaps it has something to staring at palms and recollecting...



A Palm Through the Blinds

...while outside, the wind rushes and the temperature nears the single digits if it hasn't already found the mark. Somehow other life is living--something very different from the day to day of my existence.



With More Shades of Hue

There is something to that color.