In the garden: Rocks in the dusk
Last year I complained about the pebbles and clods of tar the plows threw up on my front garden. This year they threw up a whole chunk of road! (I just don't see how tar, being petroleum-based, can be good for the soil, but maybe tar is less vicious than other sorts of the stuff we should leave in the ground; it's been out in the weather, so perhaps its taboo, evil nature has been attenuated).
Here's the rock garden from another aspect, showing the effects of thermal mass: We still see green, in December, emerging from under the melting snow. And I like the little glacier at the left, and I wonder how serious the relation between that little rivulet of snow, and a real glacier is. Just a matter of scale?
The paperweight on my desk: It looks like a square moon, sailing through clouds of snow.
This is not a rock. It's a plant, a milkweed, I think, again showing thermal mass in action. I think the broken stems catch light, which transforms to heat in the broken stem, which melts out a circle into the sun.