Ides of March

Snow magic

Haven't seen snow in a bit, so the Heather Garden at Fort Tryon's holding on to last night's fall all afternoon was much appreciated.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Knowing and sharing the beauty around us has become politically as well as existentially imperative.

 

Early adopters

Interflora

Floral exuberance at Fort Tryon Park.

Coming

Dark is rising

Beauty like this blaze of color at Fort Tryon's Heather Garden yesterday - they manage extravagances of bloom when everyone else has given up for the year - adds poignancy to dark feelings I've been trying to find a way to articulate. These have much to do, of course, with worry about the upcoming midterm elections, where people who don't believe in elections may be elected (and will in any case claim to be), but the dejection is broader. It's connected to Russia's deranged crusade in Ukraine and the Stalinism strangling China, and barely leavened by Schadenfreude at the antics of Little Britain. But what to say? What seemed to be one world, or a world progressively becoming one, seems to be ending. And everywhere there are people trapped, voiceless, with no say in the divisive schemes of their rulers. (That these sometimes have majority support doesn't make it better!) The dream that all people should have a say in how they live their lives seems almost fanciful, even without its cosmopolitan complement, but what other dream is worth having?

Other shore

Risen!

Sought the living among the dead, at the Cloisters - this Carolingian

ivory carving, with its splendid empty tomb, is from ca. 870 CE! But

this floral celebration in next door Fort Tryon Park is from right now.

Changing colors

Change of season at Fort Tryon Park

Botanic

 

 

 
Fort Tryon Park makes it a little easier to be so far from the BBG