At the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, in the hot house (or as I call it, the most humid place on the face of the planet), there are tropical plants of all sorts. Some of the leaves are absolutely gigantic, and then, there are tiny little orchids, so the vegetation is wildly varied. If it wasn’t for how uncomfortable it is, I’d probably stay in the hot house most of the time.
I saw these little flowers peeking out from between these fronds, and thought they almost looked like baby chicks hiding beneath mama’s wings. Plus, I just like the way palm fronds look… their repetitive pattern fascinates me.