I spent time last weekend with a huge field of wildflowers.
Captivated, I lost myself in a sort of timelessness.
I'm not sure, but I might have a new first love.
I think it's the beauty in the arbitrary that tugs at my heart. And the colors.
And all the swaying in the wind. The bowing down, bouncing up and circling around all done in perfect unison.
God's gentle flash mob.
I've got a little project going on with these photos - hope to share some finished shots later this week!