Posts Tagged ‘Wyoming wildflowers’

Here’s the answer to that pesky question of what happens if a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it:

“If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn’t it just lie there and rot?”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

However in this case, the fallen tree provides a home for some moss and a lovely foreground for these blue flowers. I know we’re venturing into the “is it blue or is it purple” territory but at least parts of these flowers appear to be blue to me. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it even though they looked more blue when I was going through the archives.

I think it’s difficult to really show the scope and impact of a meadow filled with wildflowers in a photo. So many of them are small and there’s so much grass. But I’ve done my best to show the plethora of the wildflowers carpeting the mountain meadows this spring. Take my word for it, it was stunning.

These gorgeously hairy beauties were everywhere this spring and I fell in love.

We’ve often seen Wyoming brown and I’ve seen it partly green but it, like so many other places in the country, had much rain this spring. That meant that conditions were ripe for wildflowers.  I loved these shooting stars and I think you can see how wet it was!

We’ve made it halfway around the lake.  Let’s finish that walk.  Bring your cameras and relax.  We ended the first part of our walk with a lupine photo, but I love them, so here’s another.

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A wet spring also puts fungus amung us.  🙂   This one is beautiful but deadly and there were quite a few of these around.  Although poisonous, the amanita muscaria has been used as a hallucinogen as well as for other purposes.  Click the link to read more, but I prefer to simply admire, not eat.


These small, bright beauties, called “pinks” by the people I know in Wyoming, are evidently some sort of invasive flower. However, seeing a hillside of them is breath-taking.

(As usual in my search of online data bases of wildflowers, I can’t find this one anywhere, so if you know what it is, please feel free to mention it in the comments.)

There were a number of the wild roses, Woods’ roses, tucked here and there in the mountain slopes.  They look quite different from their domesticated relatives, but they still have that delicate beauty.

I was interested in the placement of that apostrophe in “Woods’ “.  I looked at a variety of sites and also found “Wood’s” (which is what I would have thought it should be) and “Woods.”  So take your pick, but don’t pick the roses!

© janet m. webb