Flowers. I’ve read stories for years describing fields that were filled with flowers. I thought I understood, but then I came around a bend, and I realized: I never knew. All the colors, like tiny paintbrushes, washed across the hillside, acres and acres of blooms. Incredible doesn’t begin to describe it; I was overwhelmed with awe. How could something so magical be real? I just wanted to run and sing and dance through all of it. Weave wildflowers through my hair and pretend I was a wood sprite. Almost more magical is that this meadow was within one hundred miles of where I live. I wonder what other marvels are out there.
2011-08-13
1/200 sec, f 11.0, ISO 200, 92.5 mm
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