A lush fog settled over the city Saturday night. In Green-Wood, with its grand views of the harbor, Statue of Liberty, New Jersey, and lower Manhattan, there was nothing to be seen outside the confines of Brooklyn.
Upon entering Green-Wood by the PPW entrance, I heard Blue Jays screaming their heads off, a good sign they were mobbing something predatory. I soon found their target:
The line between Cooper’s and Sharpshinned hawk species is a challenging one. I think this is a Cooper’s. The last time I was in the cemetery, four days earlier, I saw this specimen:
And then, unexpectedly — but we must be prepared to expect the unexpected now, now that the mad scientists (that is, us) are in charge of planet Earth — this single bloom.
I work so hard to grow these camellias in VA and there is one seemingly unattended, making it even more beautiful.
The only bloom on the small bush of them, this gorgeous flower faces south; the bush is near a stone building, which probably adds some radiated heat to the mix. But still, January?