Some twenty or so years ago, as I picked up my camera and headed for the door at the sight of a five-alarm sunset, my wife asked: “Don’t you have enough sunset pictures?”
I stopped for a moment, considered. “Nope,” I answered. “That does not compute.” I rushed out the front door and lifted my
camera to the sky.
In the time since, I have taken
hundreds more sunset photographs. I
never tire of dashing out to capture the next image. Honestly, I can’t get enough.
The sky is my garden.
I have a similar obsession with
wildflower photographs. Every year, at the
proper time of the season, I stumble out across various landscapes, bracketing
images of this flower or that.
At present, I am circling around
flourishes of bitterroot, our Montana state flower. No two are alike. Bitterroots offer shades of color ranging
from nearly white to the deepest lavender.
They are always striking.
Posted are images of two pairs
of bitterroots I found yesterday.
—Mitchell Hegman
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