A chance composition of snow, a pine needle and the lovely curve of a fallen leaf on a spray of shore juniper has the spare beauty of ikebana.
After the rowdy color and all-encompassing, over-the-top shout of the autumn foliage, I find myself looking for the grace notes of the small, quiet things. It's like going from sitting in the midst of an orchestra that's playing The 1812 Overture to listening a simple tune on a bamboo flute.
Echinacea's dark seed heads are striking accents, as well as a promise of more purple cone flowers to come.
Siberian iris seed pods peep open to show off their shiny black fruit.
There's always something interesting in the garden, especially through the close-up lens.