I think the one job I would love above any other, save homeschooling mom of two, would be wildflower photographer for a guide book. True, it takes me ten shots to get one good one and I still haven't really figured out how to use my camera, but I love hunting them down. I love messing with the settings until I capture the color exactly.
My husband gave me this most amazing gift of watching the children while I went hiking by myself last week. It was freeing and surprising. I had no idea what lengths I would go to in order to snap a photo. I was surprised and amused to see all the scratches and bruises on my legs that I acquired in the process.
It was a dry year for the entire southwest and the lupines in particular looked a little worn. I didn't discover much I hadn't photographed before. I thought about inserting all my wildflower photos into this post, but after I looked at the list, it would include about fifty photos. So this is just a handful, not even necessarily my favorites.
This little beauty was new to me though. Mountain Gentian. It seemed fairly common on our hike, but we were in a spot we'd never been before.
A wild geranium. Also fairly common, but very charming.
Oxeye Daisy (with asters in the backgroud). There were huge fields of these flowers.
Scarlet Gilia. Look at the purple at the base of the flower. Isn't it lovely? I made my husband stop the truck so I could jump out and get this one.
Monskhood, my favorite. These grow in a tangle alongside mountain streams, mingled with wild raspberries, ferns, and mosses. Despite using two cameras and a wide variety of settings, I could not capture the blackish purple of the flowers. This is the most accurate, but not exact. The sky blue of the flax flowers is also tricky and came out way too dark in most of my photos.
I still have so many to sort through, but it was another great year for hunting mountain wildflowers.