“a miniature confection”. That thought has occurred to me too on this and several other flowers. I suspect that there is with each flower a fascinating story of how it came to be, what it is and what it does… and what it must be like to be able to react to life only in an evolutionary manner.
I keep hoping that I will still this year encounter an area with an abundance of beargrass. It’s a magnificent sight! This was the first Pinesap that I’ve run across and it was all but hidden under the leaves of low-growing shrubs.
Wow, another beautiful series, love every one in every post! And you do some of the best macro shots, Terry, it’s as if you could almost touch and feel the flower on the screen. I enjoy seeing them every time!
I really do love the wildflowers, Donna. I’m of the age that every extra pound in my pack is to be considered, but that macro lens comes ahead of most everything else. It makes capturing the essence of the flowers possible.
I think they’re rather beautiful, Terry. I know we have some of the Penstemon flowers out here, mostly blue ones, but I don’t think they’re of the Shrubby variety…and yes, it is always nice to find them out in the mountains.
Thanks Sue. The place where these grow is part of a quite large swath of forest that seems to be have similar plant life, which is interesting because it includes forest in two different mountain ranges.
I like those monkey flowers. They don’t look anything like the Allegheny monkey flowers that we have here.I also like the bear grass-haven’t ever seen it. According to the USDA the Brewer’s mitrewort only grows in 6 states. I was hoping it grew here, but nope. You’re lucky to have it! I’m hoping you’ll also find some orchids so I can compare them with what we have.
There are still several orchids native to this area that I haven’t encountered yet this summer but still hope to. This year though the times when I will be most able to get out will be pretty late in the summer. I will be making a trek tomorrow night, but I have no idea what will be there. It will be into an area of a 150 square mile wildfire that burned in 2007.
The variety of flowers blooming can be interesting this time of year. It’s late summer in the lower elevations but very early spring higher up where snow banks still remain. I always end up in awe of it all.
Yes, and I love that variety. There is so much diversity in habitat here even in a relatively small geographical area and that plus the fact that much of it has not been altered by “civilization”. The flowers that display are the natural biodiversity of a healthy forest.
This particular part of the forest is especially lush because it gets a lot of rainfall and snow and the forest is heavy enough that it retains the water throughout the hot dry parts of summer. In a few days I will post some trail photos and photos of the lakes there, including one that I especially like.
What a huge amount of lovely, but unknown flowers. Spiraea densiflora is not found in the nature here, but it is sold in some garden shops. Monotropa hypopitys is here in Finland and I have a photo from it. Great presentation of flowers in Your area Terry.
Hi Montucky, Nice to view flowers in the morning! I also have Spirea around here growing along the road. I had a much more domestic Spirea at the lake house as a front yard landscape plant. Beautiful flowers! Have a great day today!
Oh! There’s the bear-grass you told me about! And I love the subalpine spiraea – no doubt a cousin to the wonderfully fragrant spiraea we called bridal wreath. Like so many others who come by here, I just can’t help being amazed by the variety of flowers. I do love the name “Fool’s Huckleberry”. I wonder who the original fool was?
Yes, this is the time of year when a very hot Texas is a little envious of a cooler Montana and the wildflowers that that coolness calls forth. We don’t have your bear-grass, but in the spring we have a relative that looks somewhat similar:
To single out but one, that has to be the prettiest picture of beargrass blooming I’ve ever seen. Fireworks is a good description. (Also, if you imagine looking down on just the two outside blooms, you can see why some Native Americans called them “Maiden’s breasts”.