Little Bang Theory

Amidst the ordinary looking moss of an old graveyard by the Deerfield river…

…a myriad of miracles awaits discovery.

Come closer, I’ll show you.

The moss is blooming, its erect flowers filled with the day’s rain:

Sheathed appendages rise on filamentous stalks…

…while new blooms glow golden in the evening light:

And don’t miss the tiny flowers:

Viola Sororia lords it over a lichen patch:

Some day I’ll show you that last image in person, large format.

I think you’ll like it.