treks

a jaunt up into the Wasatch wilds with mum the other day. thoughtful of our busy itinineraries these last few weeks the wildflowers have bided their time and waiting to burst into delirious bloom until now. (well...to be frank, the mountains and they're literal late blooming tendencies demand anyone who wishes to see wildflowers wait until late July at which point they are cut short only by the first killing frost or snowstorm. such a fleeting life up there.)

lovely views (if somewhat cut short by an abundance of flies) and much sun blinding and pounding over all.

more color than usual on the bridge of the nose and the cheeks which resulted in the thoughts below...