An orchid in the snow

"Sternwood: I seem to exist largely on heat, like a newborn spider. The orchids are an excuse for the heat. Do you like orchids? 
Marlowe: Not particularly. 
Sternwood: Nasty things! Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, and their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption."

I know I already quoted the above here, but I had to use it again for this post. I was looking for a new picture for this month and the new year, something that would look like winter yet not too much like Christmas. So I found this one dad sent me, an orchid in the conservatory, where you cans ee the snow in the background. I thought it was an interesting contrast. And at the moment I am reading Farewell, My Lovely. Not the same novel, but it still from the same author and it features Philip Marlowe. So to kick start my year as a reader I am reading a crime fiction classic and to kick start this year as a blogger (yesterday's post was barely more than an announcement, but I will come back to it), I have this interesting picture. Please feel free to give me your impressions about it.