I was fortunate enough this month to attend the Wildflower Festival at Alta. Albion meadow has amazingly beautiful flowers in July. Tracy and I walked the upper trail with dear friends and a good guide. It was a blue-skied heaven. Camera in hand, I fell silent as the day wove me into it's spell. The first few pictures are from that walk. Please note that I felt quite daring capturing the bumblebee among the bluebells.
The second set of photos were taken the 24th of July in my son and daughter-in-law's newly acquired backyard. It is a sweet flower-filled haven. After I put down my camera, I picked up my pencil and sketchbook. I love hollyhocks and they come in a rainbow of colors in their yard. (Not to mention all the roses, sunflowers, clematis and lilies!) The butterfly and the honeybee (wow, I must 'bee' lucky this month) seemed to be contented residents there.
White columbine is my favorite wildflower.
Shooting stars, hiding shyly beside a stone.
Indian Paintbrush.
It comes in many colors in the meadow. Paintbrush apparently takes it's color cues from whatever plants are nearby that it has conveniently tapped into.
I was surprised as I looked through the camera and discovered what Indian Paintbrush looks like from directly above it.


And now, into the valley:


Could not help but think of the times I'd held cloth aloft to the sun wishing to be awash in the change of light beneath it.

This is a center detail of a Daylily. What secrets are kept deep in a lilie's heart?

Next month: Gen Con and Grass Roots Shakespeare