Winter Flowers

I was walking aroung my parents house and stumbled on these flowers growing out of what used to be a garden. Jasie and I had planted and tended it before she moved to Switzerland. After she left, I kept it up for a while, but then I let nature run its own course. Now the area is overgrown and dying a frosty death.

When I passed by and viewed the remains of the garden, these flowers struck a chord in me and make me stop. There is something of the mysterious connection between life and death in them. Though they are growing from a browning stem, they sing the story of time past and also the promise of rebirth.

For me, this image is the image I have always seen when contemplating the cycles of life, now I have a picture of it.