This afternoon a retreat into a deep dark canyon was the best way to get away from the valley heat. Besides, I promised my friend The Pointer that I would take her for a walk. On a trail like this…
above a stream like this.
And the best commentary on the feel and taste of the cold, clear water of Spring Creek:
As summer draws to a close, blooms of the wildflowers have almost completed; I have only a few more photos of this year’s blooms left to post.
For the next couple of weeks my posting will likely be sporadic and/or brief. Our daughter will be here for a visit and we have a lot of plans, many of which involve trekking into the beautiful back country of Montana. I’m sure there will be many photos to be posted later as a result of those trips, perhaps including some new blooms.
Last night in the near darkness along the riverbank as I was returning home from fishing I could have gotten a photo of the most beautiful Showy Milkweed except for two things; (1) I had my fishing rod in my hand and (2) I didn’t have my camera in my hand.
This morning before the sun heated up and the light became too harsh, I went back for a photo and couldn’t find the flower. Well, it might have become part of something’s diet overnight. However, had I not gone back there I would not have seen these Toadflax,