When butterflies come flitting into our paths with their seemingly aimless, whimsical flight patterns, we become like children again...
In west-central Utah exists one of the oldest living organisms on earth; an aspen grove covering 106 acres in the Fishlake National Forest.
...but like all things their time had passed, making room for the emergence of so many other flowers coming into their fullness.
Groups of wildflowers are hard to photograph. Unless outrageously dense, they never quite show up on film as well as they do in real life. There may be a lesson in that.
A light breeze was cool, birds were singing somewhere far off, and the earth opened below us for miles.
Aaron and I gathered our gear, took the obligatory trailhead photo, and began our descent into the Grand Canyon.