As I prepare for another foray to Mackenzie, I'm disappointed to be leaving Chetwynd at the height of summer. Teachers friends are off school, wildflowers are doing their thing, late days call for lingering, the rivers are clearing up and I'm off to bushcamp under the guise of making money
Poisonous Pokey
I continue to confront "what the H am I doing with myself?" whether on a recent heli show, up the reservoir days and days from Mackenzie or seated in my backyard enjoying a novel. While I wait for a lightening bolt moment and not overly concerned to be questioning my life's path, meaning, meandering journeys, I've taken to enjoying those who do this every year - the flowers.
This one is new to me.
A personal and perennial favourite
I adore this flowering arrangement
Such delicate flowers
More often seen as an ornamental than in the frorest
Waiting for our pickup, it rained, sunned and I found these rain drenched gems
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