June ...hot day with plenty of nasty bugs. the air was heavy with the smell of fresh summer... everything ago and green.
I put my tripod up horizontally in front of my face and crashed through 100 feet of the densest undergrowth forest...
...just because I heard water trickling.
Scratched up and cursing under my breath, I finally found the creek bed.
A strange little wet and grassy haven amid the tangled bushes. along its shores small flowers grew where tidbits of sunlight shone through the ash-tree canopy.
not some huge dramatic scene...
but a hidden and special place somehow owned
by those little white flowers.
If you'd like, please have a gander at my mini-gallery devoted to Flora