Our travels this summer took us to Yellowstone National Park – a first for the Big Guy, a first for me since I was about 10. We went to see geysers, but as we drove through the foothills we hit meadows of wildflowers in bloom.
Completely unexpected; completely gorgeous.
As always, I alternated between going for the big picture . . .
. . . and being satisfied with just one.
Between being happy when the wind stopped blowing . . .
. . . and being happy when I managed to capture some sense of motion.
And sometimes, well, I just had the feeling they were trying to tell me something.
Psst! He went thatta way!
Very nice Isabel. One could lose themselves in fields like that.
So when will you be heading to Namqualand in South Africa for their mile after mile after mile of daisies?
https://www.sa-venues.com/attractionsnc/namaqualand-flower-route.htm
Jim – I think I’ll settle for enjoying your photos of that locale, Jim. Not that it’s settling.