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Portfolio images are organized by season

A small kindness can warm a heart and feed a great fire~

A gift from a Great Horned Owl on a snowy, blowy day~

A morning walk with a friend~

I've lived in Colorado for nearly 25 years, but I still don't ski (downhill) or snowboard ❄️ Snowshoes are more my speed ❄️👣❄️

Stay wild and fierce~

She covers all with her icy lace, her delicate handiwork lasts only moments after sunrise ❄️💙❄️

A little reminder to keep those tiny ten squeaky clean~

Blooming from melted snow, Glacier Lily welcomes Spring~

Also called Groundnut, she is grazed by deer, elk and sheep. Her stem, bulb and roots can be eaten boiled or raw.

April's full Pink Moon is named for fields of early spring blooms of an eastern wildflower, creeping phlox, or moss pink 🌸🌕🌸 Wouldn't it be wonderful if this spring moon really were pink? 💖

Full heartberry moon ✨️🍓❤️🍓✨️

Hold near what you hold dear~

Exploring a field of lupine and mule’s ears in Rocky Mountain National Park~

A Tsitsistas (Cheyenne) mother and daughter enjoy a sunset from a patch of wholeleaf paintbrush, Castilleja integra.

The name Lupine comes from lupus, Latin for "wolf", and lupinus means "wolfish". Early European observers of this wildflower found that she grew only in sandy, barren soil, and flourished where other plants did not, and mistakenly assumed she was robbing nutrients from the soil, like a wolf taking sheep from a flock. In fact though, she can thrive in these places because a bacteria in her roots can take nitrogen from the air, fix it inside of the plant, and fertilize the soil herself.

A Diné (Navajo) woman in a stand of Gaillardia pulchella, also called blanketflower, sundance, or firewheel.

An Edwardian beauty~

One of the first wildflowers to bloom after a fire, she grows in bright sunlight. Though patched and barefoot, she holds hope that the forest will grow again~

Her given name, Myosotis, means “mouse’s ear” but Henry David Thoreau wrote that she “is the more beautiful for being small and unpretending”~

Feather and lace~

Playing a song on the wind~

Celebrating those long golden sunflower days~

Harvesting the last gold of summer~

Rustling leaves and a trickling mandolin play the song of a high country grove~

Celebrating Autumn’s bright flame~

The Lord is good to me, and so I thank the Lord for giving me the things I need, the sun and the rain and the appleseed. The Lord is good to me!

Come in from the cold, my dear 🖤 There's hot tea for you 🖤

The painter poses before the cliffs of Ghost Ranch with a scavenged ram’s skull~

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting ~ over and over announcing your place in the family of things. ~ Mary Oliver

Western diamondback rattlesnake, Red-tailed hawk and American crow feathers, Cottontail rabbit skull~

Ghost Flower, Indian Pipe, Monotropa uniflora~ she has no chlorophyll, blooming in dark places in symbiosis with the trees and fungi around her.

Mistletoe and Holly gather to celebrate turning towards the light ✨️🤍✨️

Holly and Mistletoe gather to celebrate turning towards the light ✨️❤️✨️

You are held in perfect love and light~

Darling one, you were created from love and stardust, and your soul shines like a perfect, radiant star ✨️💛✨️ Wrap yourself in all that makes you such a rare and unique treasure~ this is the fuel for the star-fire that makes your star glow brightest ✨️ You are a brilliant part of this universe, this swirling rainbow galaxy of shining star-souls, all here to be a light for one another, to love and to be loved 💛🌈✨️

The Hinono’ei (Arapaho) name for Lichen is bííteibé(í)yookú, meaning "ghost tears". On the faces of boulders, tiny rock lichens look like trails and puddles of salty dried tears. They are collected, dried, pounded, and with water, made into a wash for the eyes 🌾💚🌾

Pasqueflower, Wind flower, Wild Crocus, Prairie Smoke~ she is one of the first blooms to welcome Spring to the plains and foothills 💜 Downy silver hairs on her stems, leaves, and petals glow in the sunlight ✨💜✨

Pulsatilla hirutissima is the state flower of South Dakota, and a little more purple-hued than Colorado's blue-violet Pulsatilla patens 💜 Her Dakhóta name is hokski-chekpa wahcha, meaning "twin flower". In "Song of the Twin Flower", she speaks as a grandmother to her grandchildren. She has come out first of all the flower people to show that Spring is here. By the time later flowers open, her blooms will be replaced by a hairy-looking gray seed head:
I wish to encourage the children
Of other flower nations now appearing
All over the face of the earth;
So while they awaken from sleeping
And come up from the heart of the earth
I am standing here old and grey-headed.

Her Lakhóta name is Hokšíčhekpa, or "child's navel", as her plump buds resemble a newborn's navel. She is also called Uŋčí Waȟčá, or "Grandmother Flower". There is a story that once, pasqueflower blooms were only white. One day in late winter, a young man went to a hill to pray. He was cold and lonely, and as it became dark, he wrapped his robe tightly around himself. He heard a little voice call out, a little white flower, wrapped in his robe, thanking him for the warm embrace. Over the days of his quest, the flower encouraged him, and assured him that he would have his vision. After he left, the flower shivered again in the cold. Creator looked down, was pleased with the flower, and offered her a gift. She said that she enjoyed the warmth of the bison robe, that she loved the colors of sunrise and twilight, and the warmth of the sun. Creator gifted her a robe of her own, painted her dress purple, and her heart gold as the sun. She sings courage to all the other flowers of the new season and reminds them not to fear their time, but to rejoice because their spirits will go on to color the rainbows.

Pulsatilla, Wind Flower, Prairie Smoke, Wild Crocus, Easter Flower, Anemone patens

The name Pasqueflower comes from the Hebrew word for Passover, Pesach, and she nearly always blooms right on time 💜 With downy silver hairs on her leaves and stem, she glows in a sunlit mist 💜