Nestled among the rhododendrons and camellias, a young Japanese maple quietly took root. Over the years it grew, revealing a delicate rhythm of change. Each spring it released a scatter of scarlet seed pods, tiny winged forms that drifted across the garden floor like footprints left by time itself. Their color and shape became a quiet muse, a reminder of nature’s gentle cycles and the beauty found in what falls, fades, and returns again.
Japanese maple seed pods on Joss paper board pinned with vintage sequins. 16”x16”
Nestled among the rhododendrons and camellias, a young Japanese maple quietly took root. Over the years it grew, revealing a delicate rhythm of change. Each spring it released a scatter of scarlet seed pods, tiny winged forms that drifted across the garden floor like footprints left by time itself. Their color and shape became a quiet muse, a reminder of nature’s gentle cycles and the beauty found in what falls, fades, and returns again.
Japanese maple seed pods on Joss paper board pinned with vintage sequins. 16”x16”