Quiet and Gray

By Greg Lecker It’s quiet, calm, and dim in the Arboretum this late afternoon. With luck, temperatures are bottoming out this weekend and will rise over the next few weeks. I’m walking in a gray-scale world. The sky matches the snow in brightness and hue. There are few shadows to reveal depth and form. Walking…

Pairing Up

By Mary Beth Pottratz An early spring garden greets me as I enter the Great Hall. Graceful, naked birch trees rise above clumps of cyclamen in valentine shades of white, pink and deep rose. At the west end, a two-story tree composed of hundreds of showy tropical orchids is topped by a glass star sculpture….

Patterns, Familiar and Otherwise

By Boak Wiesner Early in my walk, I come across some fresh tracks of turkeys. A bit further on, I hear the scratching of dried leaves: something is afoot. I look for any horizontal lines that might catch my eye and there he is, a nice tom turkey. Because all the lines are vertical in…