The flowers competed for attention. Without guile or avarice, they flourished in this year of deep snows and bountiful rainfall. Evidence of their tenacious hook on this earth.
Yet, as species are under stress, those jet trails seem to mark x's ...
...for the spots in which flowers are diminished in number or being scorched into non-existence.
The day's sky was a rare full-on blue atmosphere. The group of Audubon members stopped on a small plateau to eat lunch and chat. We looked for bears and listened to birds. Our hosts for the field trip, Jeff and Cheryl named species after species. Their knowledge astonishing. All of us worked at remembering the names; as if by naming and noticing, we could with linguistic skills keep the plants from disappearing.