There were a few bumble bees feasting on the hundreds of these flowers I saw today at a local wildflower prairie, but they retreated when I approached. Usually bumble bees are good photo models. Maybe they were overcome by the bad hair blooms of bee balm.
Today I am lingering on some of the sights I captured on this morning’s photo walk at Kendrick Woods instead of doing a single post combining them all. I’d guess that this photo shows a wildflower close to a lupine, which reminds me of the experience that inspired me to photograph wildflowers.
Way back when hair was bigger and waists were higher (a phrase that brings to mind the best band name I ever heard, When People Were Shorter and Lived Near the Water), I won a scholarship to participate in an Earthwatch wildflowers census at the Rocky Mountain Biological Laboratory located high in the Colorado Rockies. I spent two weeks counting lupine, fireweed, linum, and other wildflowers. That fortnight was as rough on my body as it was uplifting to my spirit. Dancing weasels popped out of the holes in the floor of my unheated cabin every morning.
I left there with a permanent faith in the beauty of the natural world. I only had a cheap Vivitar camera packed with me, and I vowed that I would work on taking better pictures ever since.
(Edited to add, 7/15/17: I have now identified this wildflower. It is Baptisia Alba, or White Wild Indigo.)
Here’s another shot of the wildflowers nestled into the pond at Kendrick Woods. I wish I was savvy with video so I could convey more of the peacefulness of this place. I took a super short video of the pond with my phone that includes some of the birdsong I heard this morning:
I took a brief walk through the wetland preserve that borders my backyard this morning. The light was good, but the wetlands haven’t really taken off yet this year. Maybe it is too busy doing what it does best, sopping up excess rainfall. I could hear water rushing through its ditches as it continued working through yesterday’s heavy rain. There were plenty of red winged blackbirds chirping around me, but they all flew away the moment I pointed my camera lens toward them.
I spotted fleabane and daisies today. The thistle continue their slow march skyward, but they will not bloom until the height of summer.
I’m not sure what this is, but I have a feeling it seeded from someone’s yard that borders the wetlands. It looks too tame to belong.