We took a rather aimless drive last Saturday. It was feeling like the right time to head in the direction of home when we came across this field of wildflowers on the side of the highway. It was about 1/4 mile long but while standing in the midst of it, it felt like it went on forever and ever. Surrounded by the changing colors of fall, it stood out like a bright, colorful spring-like beacon. It was the most ethereal of places. We spent a half hour photographing and wandering through it. Then we left, feeling our day was complete.
Where did you come from? Who planted you? Perhaps I'd rather not know.