At the time of my Yucca Plant photo shoot, I had the opportunity to photograph a few more things. I’ve covered the birds, and now I move onto the wildflowers and the bull.
The above is commonly referred to the Indian Paintbrush. It’s a striking and very visible flower. It’s mostly orange, but depending on the light, it can almost appear red.
We had a bit of moisture in the last few weeks, so wildflowers are taking the opportunity to spring up all over the place. They’re making up for the short growing season.
I’ll probably take another drive soon just to photograph fields of these things. This year is not as good as a few years ago, when a very wet May resulted in an explosion of green and wildflowers. For the two or three who are interested, this small gallery showcases that spring.
The unfortunate thing is I don’t know the “common” name of many of these. I mean, the above could be shortened to “Lamb’s Tongue”, but that seems gross to me. I hereby name it “Prairie’s Fool’s Gold” . . . much easier.
Come on! . . . they’re just making shit up now! I shall call these “Purplers”.
The above were taken with my 400mm lens. Pretty good, but . . . out came the macro.
All of the above, and a few more, can be found and explored in detail in the SmugMug Gallery by clicking on the photos, or by clicking HERE.
By the way, for people living in Colorado, or people interested in Colorado Wildflowers, this site is a must for identifying wildflowers:
On my way back home, I passed by a field, and a scene that made me do a U-turn (taking all the safety precaution to ensure I did not get creamed by some inattentive driver).
I pulled off the road, parked the car, and walked up to the fence. This looks close, but it was about a hundred yards away.
When I got home, I learned a new word . . . brindle. It refers to a striation in coloring. I had never see a cow, or leather, with these striations.
I know it’s a bit like talking to a wall, but this looks great in the SmugMug gallery.
I am here to tell you there was a primal reaction, despite my supposed rational brain, to having a large, horned animal take notice of me.
When this guy got up I struggled for a moment to remember I was behind a fence.
I was almost back at the car, still shooting pictures, when . . .
I got to tell you; I looked down at the three strand of barbed wire separating me from a ton or so of horned beast, and all of the sudden they did not feel like much protection at all.
It turns out he was more nervous of me than I was of him. I say that because he suddenly turned, and herded the rest of the cows further into the field. He was fulfilling his role of protector . . . against stray photographers.
As usual, you can click on any of the pictures to visit the associated SmugMug Gallery, or you can click HERE.
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. . . my FP ward . . . chieken shit.