We just returned from our yearly pilgrimage to Death Valley. It’s one of the places that just feel like home, and it isn’t springtime until we’ve found ourselves hiking up washes, looking for wildflowers. Bloom wasn’t too big while we were there, but I love the Park in all of its moods. We had days of wind, rain, and then glorious sunshine, and being rewarded with finding the treasure of sometimes almost microscopic flowers was always worth hours of hiking.
These photos were taken with my fish eye lens on my glorious Canon Rebel, and they have not yet been edited.
These photos were taken with my fish eye lens on my glorious Canon Rebel, and they have not yet been edited.
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