Way for a Flower

I plunged down the Sinks Trail yesterday for a shot at the bluebells.  I thought it might frost and kill them this morning.  But I took the Mountain Mist Trail to where the trails meet to cut out the steepest parts of the Sinks Trail.  It's a long way for a flower but it's the only way to see them — either up and down on the switchbacks of The Sinks or the long way on the Mountain Mist Trail.

Every year at this time, in a small little micro-climate, about an acre (or less) of these flowers bloom in the depression know as The Sinks — a depression worn in the limestone by centuries of water.   It's quite stunning in that subtle way of nature.  I walked a hour through the brown and grey of a winter forest and suddenly, there are all these green plants with  all these beautiful blooms.

I want bore you with all the photo challenges.  At least not today.

Nikon D7200 — Nikon 18-300mm F6.3 ED VR

200mm

F8@1/80th

ISO 1,000

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