The first real DC snowfall of the season

Pinecone

Crisp petals peel away, let the stem breathe. Globs of sap cling to the tips, hope for the sun to make them drip or a finger to break open the sticky spice. The piney smell touches my nostrils when I bring my fingers to my nose. It feels like a mild glue, only natural, tastes like a tree. This bud, lain upon a bed of dry needles, is seen when I look down at where my feet trample. I crushed several before I found this rigid flower. The brown shade is deep toward the center, like wet earth. The petals look like leaves, arching toward light, opening the aroma of winter, spice, life.

New Camera. Lots of photos to come.

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