Nothing gold can stay, after Frost and after frost

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When Robert Frost wrote that “Nothing gold can stay,” he was talking about the colors of new vegetation in the spring. But here I am in wan winter, and here you see the geometry entered into by a seed head of goldeneye, Viguiera dentata, whose golden eye your eye may want to gaze back on. This picture came from the same place in northwest Austin’s Bull Creek watershed, and the same mostly overcast morning of January 7, that brought you yesterday’s photograph of little bluestem and the day before’s of a lingering aster. After three images in a row with subdued tonality, I promise you some vibrant color next time.

(An aside: I wonder if photographic closeups of things contributed to the creation of Cubism or its lesser-known but more colorful offshoot, Synchromy.)

© 2013 Steven Schwartzman