One at a Time

I went to Butcher Jones Trail to hike. The camera came along, as it usually does.

There were wildflowers everywhere on the trail. But every time I raised the camera, I found myself pointing at one.

Not a cluster. Not a field. One stem, standing a little taller than everything around it, doing nothing in particular except existing in the right light at the right moment.

I did not plan that. The trail decided it.

I have noticed this before. You go somewhere expecting abundance and what stops you is always the singular thing. The one that separated itself from the rest without trying. The one that made you slow down.

I took several frames that day. Most of them are some version of this. One flower, soft world behind it, a thin stem holding everything up.

I am not sure what that says about me. But I think it says something.