These reminded me of something like a moon flower or an open hollyhock (and yes, a poppy) from back east, except of course it’s a thistle plant here in Wyoming and other neighboring states too. It’s really quite an impressive bloom (given it’s growing somewhere you don’t need to pull or move it).
The blueish hue of the stems is a nice contrast with the green buds and white frilly blooms. A very fragile-looking bloom but in actuality, it’s one tough plant.
Earlier this month, a camping trip happened in southern Wyoming at Vedauwood campground (part of Medicine Bow National Forest).
I would never have expected to run into a number of hummingbirds here.
Talk about a goldmine of a view.
Even two herons showed up (what’s next? Flamingos?).
The campsite itself was something to behold set up on the top of this rocky hilltop in total privacy at sunset.
Large, flat boulders made for a comfortable spot to stretch out and watch the sun go down.
The sunrise though. Wow.
I truthfully don’t know if I’ll ever see a glorious morning that stunning ever again in my lifetime. It took my breath away. That kind of natural beauty will make you stand quietly and thank all that is precious you were given the opportunity to witness it.
As I sat on a boulder near the edge of our site, I took notice of the many flowers that grew out of the slightest of crevices. Purples, yellows, whites and pinks abounded.
And little chipmunks were everywhere! They eagerly announced their energy and excitement to the world by flitting about and chirping loudly with their tails twitching this way and that.
I sincerely hope to come back to this exact spot again soon to experience this special place over and over.
A brief photo essay from a group hike to Hidden Falls at Curt Gowdy State Park in WY.
A day of target shooting on a cloudy day.
Barn swallows were up to their usual acrobatic antics.
Willow flycatchers were everywhere. Once we’d put enough holes in our targets for the day, I snagged my camera from the truck and bounded off to start snapping pictures.
On the drive back I saw a number of hawks hunting.
A barn swallow, buzzing the thistle.
A little chirper.
I love that you can see light through the farthest edges of this swallow’s feathers against the sky.
Red-tailed hawks and prairie falcons appeared on telephone poles and railroad tracks, eyeing the area for any small critters moving about.
It’s a bit of a downer having to drive back to town to return to the world again.