a Trail of Indian Paintbrush
After the branding, the drive through the hills was a lovely one. The sun was out and the wind had settled down.
Indian Paintbrush, the Wyoming state flower, lined our path.
We saw so many patches of the wild state flower among the mustard weed, wild iris, and sagebrush. It was a lovely sight and a pleasant aroma.
these are beautiful!
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Thank you Pony!
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Breathtaking Flowers and View!! So lucky to capture the beauty of nature around you.
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Those are beautiful. We have Indian Paintbrush too but they are not so red.
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Beautiful Captures – Have a Great One:)
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How beautiful!!!
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Stunning red color!
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So much to appreciate, right? That middle photo – I think for me it would be hard to get everything balanced so well. Where I live now, I have to go east to go west… we drive over the Cascades to see the sage and all the rest of the “western” flora (not to mention the small towns). I brought a bit of sage home to hold onto that smell…
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Love those pictures! And I’m enjoying your blog; interesting to hear and see about life in such a different landscape. But we have the beautiful Indian Paintbrush here too – perhaps a little more orange then your brilliant red ones. Here in Ontario they’re mainly along the shoreline of Lake Huron.
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