I haven't done one of these abstracts for a while... the light was just right on the rich green forest floor.
The trail was lush...so many different leaves, so many different flowers. In California I would have known the names of all of them...a gift from my mother...here I know almost none of their names.
I've never seen these before, but as you'll soon see, I was a bit obsessed with them...little fuzzy curly things...as good a name as any, no? (VK, I need your mountain boy to help me!)
It's a steep trail for hikers, and even steeper (in my opinion) for bikers! Some people get all bent out of shape that dirt bikers use the trails, but so long as they are respectful of the trails and the hikers on them, I don't mind. If I were a slightly more skilled rider, I'd be right out there with them.
This purple gem...
...and this one...
...and this one are all the same plant in different stages...AND what's even more interesting is that when mature, the blossom looks like a tiny white daisy. Who'da thunk?
Kelly holding up the Wyld ale bottle that someone dumped on the trail ... and it's organic beer ... so much for keeping the environment pure ... pick up your trash, people!
Thanks for hanging with me, Kelly!