Yellow whispers in a big old sea of green.
That is what this Yellow Columbine felt like on a recent hike into the forests nearby. A rainier than typical spring and early summer has the forest looking green as green can be and even a large patch of Columbine growing strong could only mustard a whisper in that sea of green yet sometimes a whispers is all you need.
Finding wild Orchids growing in the forest always feels like finding a little treasure, a treasure offered by the forest itself. Sometimes the treasure is small and hidden deep in the undergrowth as was the fairy slipper above.
Other times the treasure sits alone in the forest waiting for you to some along as this spring coral root did on recent day.
And every once in awhile the treasure sings out to you saying look at me as the Striped Coralroot has a habit to do.
Any time I find these orchids growing in the forest it does indeed feel like finding a small treasure that brightens the day.
The clouds got interesting, as well as the waves, when the afternoon breeze kicked up. Photographed while kayaking on Shoshone Lake in Yellowstone NP.
“the whole is greater than the sum of the parts.”
Sometimes that feels so very true. On a day where flowers mix with trees and rock and all blend into one. A single memory, a single thought and a single feeling of a day and a place.
All combine to make the whole.
Ok…the parts are pretty fantastic as well.
A beautiful flower, who’s name I’ve yet to learn, glows in the evening light.
Two mule deer fawns head off into the sunset through fields of sunflowers and balsam root with grasses just tall enough to easily slip out of sight when need be. They were not alone this evening as Mom was just ahead leading and teaching these two little ones the ways of Mule Deer life as they quietly slipped off into the sunset.
Bugs and flowers go hand and hand. This little black and yellow guy was probing for nectar while doing a little polinating at the same time. One of the things that is fun about macro photography is getting a glimpse into a world you really can not see with the naked eye and all too often we forget that just because we can not see something it does not matter.
While floating down a stretch of the Snake River in WY we startled this Sandhill Crane who was hidden in the grass on the river bank. They squawked a Sandhill Crane squawk and did a big jump of alarm but given the river was moving us right along they soon had the bank to themselves again.
He made it through a long cold winter safe and sound now with antlers growing fast and wrapped in a velvet coat. A young White-tailed Deer makes his way through the forest aware and quietly as he can.
Thank goodness for fence poles.
A nice looking Wilson’s Snipe singing away on a fence post along a small county road in Southern Wyoming. Photographed while on the way to Hutton Lake National Wildlife Refuge.
nature has no boss 
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