The bright city lights have little appeal for me this year. Nature leaves out decorations for those who look – and the human imagination has all the tools needed to play along.
A dried-up fern provides row after row of Christmas trees, viewed one way; party streamers or garlands of tinsel, another. I could contend that the plant had just taken a deep breath and puffed out a whole load of party blowers, captured here at peak toot, but you don’t need me to labour the point.
I’ll just share one more picture, with your blessing…
a young beech tree, its leaves gleaming in the setting sun, a few days before the Winter Solstice.
Shared for CMMC with the topics Patterns and Light & Shade.
Susan Rushton 
Lovely shots. I love the light shining through the beech tree.
It always seems like a bit of a miracle that they hold on to their leaves so stubbornly.