One to get lost in. The frost blankets the leaves with an animal softness that belies the harshness of the cold. It has all the intricate crystalline beauty of the ice formations playing off the organic curves and lingering color of the ivy.
4/365: frost on the vine
Maybe it’s because I’m becoming more of a gardener myself. Or maybe it’s because I’m often looking for daily photos within the same 4-block radius. But I am just loving these winter garden vignettes. This one, the chaotic tangle of English ivy growing along our fence, reminds me of barbed wire. Or some really unruly hair. I like that the vines have a strong will and a mind of their own. Of course, it helps that they are so beautiful…
59/365: winter ivy