LYFs

 

Little Yellow Flowers

The sun shone through and I, on my knees, looked up their skirts.

Purple Flowers Majesty

Two videos to convey the experience.

Gob-smacked

Verdancy: The Magic of Water

On the Way to Albuquerque

I was (reluctantly) working my way northward. I HAD to meet with a cardiologist about my Amylnitrate Cardial Infarcation (or some such), but wasn't in any big hurry.


This boulder looked pleased with itself.

You can see why; it had made it down the hill further than any others.

The Little Yellow Flowers (LYFs) were in profusion.

And the wind was between 30 - 40 knots.

Phoebe waiting patiently....

Spring Bloom - Grafton Wilderness, Nevada

I stopped in at the Grafton Wilderness for a couple of days on my southward-seeking-Spring odyssey.

When I first read about "Spring blooms" somehow, maybe from Arizona Highways Magazine, I created a vision of wide swaths, blossom carpets stretchin' out faar & wiide; bees buzzin' in drunken revel and Tiny Tim's yodel echoing off the verdant hills. Not quite like that...it's still pretty awesome (dood!).

Stalks, or whatever these are called, are, I've heard, important to identification.

Here's the flower (I can see Clleeeeaaaaarrrllyy now...it's fuzzy.)...

Some of these had more than one "bud."

This shot looks as if it could be from one of those hybrid marijuana catalogues, doesn't it? You didn't inhale?! Too bad.

The reality is a bit sparser (than blanketed carpets), but still some awesome specimens. Can anyone help with identification? I'm beginning, now at age 61, to relent to the idea that MAYBE I could call them something besides LPFs or LYFs (li'l purple or yellow flowers). 

A spurge? (at least it's in focus.)

I've dubbed these Teensy Reds. It probly won't hold up in the Long Branch Saloon (most violent bar in Riggins, Idaho if not ALL of Idaho), but I think Tiny would have been appreciative.

Teensy Reds up close....

This camera's (Olympus SP-600UZ) had a few scrapes over the years. The worst, from which it never really recovered, was when my belay slipped on my '09 ascent of Granite Dome and I fell on it.
Then there was The Chorus....

And the Yellow Star....

Another spurge?

The yellow ones.....

Some White Whatevers

The paintbrush were in profusion; a bouquet every 20 feet, at least. Amazing color even with overcast.