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When my children were small and life felt normal, I tried recording the beauty of wild flowers on paper with pen and water color. I could capture every detail of the flower, but not their essence. After a divorce and the loss of my son, I continued to hike and camp with friends. I returned to the mountains. After a while, they became a place of healing and the flowers somehow became a symbol of my struggle to survive. The wild flowers I had painted so long ago were still there and they still sang to me.
Suddenly I realize…
If I stepped out of my body
I would break
Into blossom.
James Wright
Now, using a camera I photograph them in their own habitat. I show the grace of petals and stems…the explosions of color against color...the subtleties of light on petals... sometimes, a delicate ethereal quality and their serenity.
To walk through the trees,
wild flowers and bird songs,
To be at peace now.
Bonnie Best
desert chicory

sweet fennel

corn lily

cow clover

wild rubarb

indian paint brush

desert oange mallow

whitebract blazing star

ghost flower

california poppy, white

bears breech

paleface, rock hibiscus

indian paint brush, fucia

phacelia sp.

beach moring glory

sierra fringed gentian

white pussy ears

chinese house

mariposa tulip

brodiaea loxa (triteleia)