Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Imagine







My imagination has kicked in to planning where I will go to shoot wildflowers this spring and summer. I have heard that the Crested Butte area is a stunner in springtime. Perhaps a trip back there would be in order. But I also have been told that the roads are crowded because of the notoriety of the wildflower showings.

The blessing of our Idaho trip last year was that we were often the only car on the road for miles and miles. The top photos are of Idaho where we stumbled into an alpine valley filled with hues and smells that were breathtaking. We had just left Stanley headed for Ketchum. We ended up spending four hours off the road in this stunning arena. Spring in northern Idaho would usually mean cooler temperatures for hiking. But that morning it hit 100 degrees, warmer than at home in Texas. A hike with long sleeves and long pants in high country in those extreme temperatures caused some red faces!

The bottom photo is up by Kebler Pass just out of Crested Butte. If God dresses these hillsides like this in the autumn, can you imagine how it might look in the spring?

I am open to suggestions of good wildflower spring travel ideas....

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To everything there is a season!

2 comments:

Missy said...

I am rather partial to a field of bluebonnets and indian paintbrushes. :)

Here in New England, there are times I see a field or two of color, but most often I come across the beauty of a single wild orchid in the shade of a forest. The shape of trees capture my imagination. We have many damaged or destroyed old trees that I will sadly miss this spring.

Wherever you go, you will find beauty!

Connie said...

Missy,
Unfortunately, we are in a drought, and don't expect a bumper crop this year. Last year was the same. My hidden roads were all dried up that had been lush the previous year.
I know God will provide the place with amazing grace!

I know what you mean about trees. I have mourned the passing through diseases, storm damage, age, construction clearing of land, and moving from one state to another. I wonder, like old barns, who they have sheltered in their branches and with their shade.