The Joy of Summer Wildflowers

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“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.”

~ e.e. cummings

A Delicious Thing

For me, perhaps the greatest joy of summer is to amble about a wildflower meadow or mosey down a narrow, winding path in the woods, looking for beauty in all of its diverse forms. Few things make me happier than getting lost in photographing summer wildflowers. It’s a delicious thing to lose myself in light, colour, shape, and bokeh. Time disappears. Oftentimes, I come away with a photograph I know I will like. But even if I don’t capture a single successful image, simply trying to always leaves me feeling high—because focusing on beauty, for any reason, is always a good thing.

Here are some shots of this year’s summer wildflowers:

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The Joy of Summer Wildflowers II

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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root,
and in that freedom bold.

~ William Wordsworth

More Summer Wildflowers

For me, summer and wildflowers are synonymous. And one of my favourite things to do is go out for a day to enjoy the wildflower meadows in the foothills and mountains of Kananaskis Country in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta. For me, it’s pure bliss.

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The Joy of Summer Wildflowers

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“I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined…”

~ William Wordsworth

Wildflower Meadows

One of my favourite summertime things to do is to wander about the wildflower meadows of the foothills and mountains near Calgary. It is such a rich sensory experience. My ears delight in the beautiful symphony of sounds: the pleasant, steady drone of bees and hoverflies; the harmonies from the shimmering song of aspen leaves whispering on the breeze; and, above all that, birds sweetly singing and chirping from the meadow’s edge. A feast of bright, sunlit dabs of colour delights my eyes—wildflowers gently bobbing to and fro with the rhythm of the warm summer winds. Butterflies flit and flutter about, like delicate petals suspended in the air. Sweet, grassy, piney mountain air engulfs me, and I am utterly absorbed by the meadow. Time disappears. It’s pure bliss.

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