Last of the Spring Wildflowers
I was disappointed that the weather didn’t cooperate with my photographic hopes for yesterday. Fog, wind and dripping drizzle kept the big camera under wraps, and I pulled the Canon out of my coat pocket just long enough to grab a few shots, but didn’t get many keepers. The light levels were so low, the autofocus generally didn’t.
Here’s an unusual view of a pink lady’s slipper under a pine canopy, snapped while one of my hiking buddies held an umbrella over photographer and tiny camera, waiting for a lull in the winds.
A cold front passed through while we walked a magnificent private preserve on the Blue Ridge Parkway; the temperature dropped almost ten degrees. I hadn’t dressed for upper-forties and the warmth of the car felt good on the return trip home.