After the rowdy color and all-encompassing, over-the-top shout of the autumn foliage, I find myself looking for the grace notes of the small, quiet things. It's like going from sitting in the midst of an orchestra that's playing The 1812 Overture to listening a simple tune on a bamboo flute.
Echinacea's dark seed heads are striking accents, as well as a promise of more purple cone flowers to come.
A curled leaf could almost be a rose unfurling.
Siberian iris seed pods peep open to show off their shiny black fruit.
There's always something interesting in the garden, especially through the close-up lens.
