It's hard to express the feeling I get standing in an alpine meadow. It was quiet there and for the first time not filled with tourists. The feeling of solitude and peace, just my camera and tripod. It's times like this when I forget for a time the state of our world right now.
The wild flowers draw me in and looking out at the expanse of the open meadows to the tall rockie mountains I feel small but somehow a part of this sweeping landscape. I imagine the deer, elk, moose and bears that have passed through and wish a head would pop up out of the tall grasses and wild flowers but no such luck...
The sea of fireweed and clusters of Yellow Toad Flax weave through the meadow. The fireweed sheds the last of spring's calling the once red and pink flowers now faded and and the seeds getting ready to fly.
There are signs of fall amongst the Quaking Aspens as they whisper at the slightest breeze, the colours are just starting to turn yellow.
Along with the fireweed stands one lone burnt tree a reminder of a past wildfire. It's tall stature overlooks the meadow and the distant snow capped mountains, It was a wonderful experience. All of us need to find our own places and times of rest to help us recharge and move forward in our crazy world.
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