Location Taken: Wyoming
Time Taken: June 2010
I love alpine meadows. Way at the top of the mountains, the air becomes too cool for trees, and even bushes fall away. It’s a land of low-lying plants, able to handle the heavy snows and short growing seasons.
And oh my, are they full of flowers.
All small hardy flowers, but they’re full of color and strength. They are rarely taller than the naturally short grass and peek through it like gems in rock.
The air is crisp and clear, the bones of the earth break through all around, and the ground is covered in flowers. Truly a magical place.
