It looks very much like what I knew as Wild Rose in Utah…probably the same thing….and such a pleasure to find out in the mountains. I remember losing my balance on the way down a trail and landing palm-down on the stem of one of these beauties….VERY prickly, they are!
These two blossoms were back inside some heavy foliage and on a cloudy day there was little light getting in there. The on-camera flash at a reduced level seemed to bring out just the right amount of color.
I like the subtle differences between the flowers: one with a sprinkling of pollen on the petals, the other with rain or dew drops. It would be easy to look at the two photos and say, “Oh, they’re the same.” But nothing in nature ever is the same!
They are two distinct individuals on the same plant. I love that about roses, they don’t insist on being exactly the same as everybody else in their species. The raindrops were a bonus: it began to rain lightly when I was taking the pictures. A lot of the beauty in wildflowers is in getting to see them in their natural conditions, which can change dramatically in just seconds. I know you know what I mean. When you are outdoors and see something, then glance away and back again, often it will be entirely different.