Photo Hike.

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Dad and I went on a photo hike a couple weeks ago.

It was supposed to be landscape photography, but I don’t do so well in that department.  (Plus, the lighting was bad.)

So I started taking pictures like this:

And this:

And this.

I just love barbed-wire fences.  I don’t know why.  They make me feel happy and grungy and like a country girl.  I never really wanted to be a country girl, however much I love horses.  There are no large hairy spiders in the suburbs.

One reason I love macro shots is because they force you to notice the details in everything.  I could totally count each little gill under the cap of that shroom.  In the picture of the pink flowers you can see how the light catches the edges of each blade of grass.  I always love it when the light catches in just the right way, or when my focus is just right.

This is my favorite shot from the day.  I have always picked puffballs and made wishes on them.  This one is particularly lovely because it isn’t perfect.  Because the little seed feathers are falling off the base of the flower.  And on the same stem you can see unopened dandelions.  I love it when things aren’t perfect.

Like this rose.  It isn’t perfect.  It has personality.  It has a history.  And I’m sure it was a very interesting history, but since this rose is long gone I guess no one will ever know the story.

But it must have been very nice.

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