As the last traces of moisture are sucked from the soil by the ferocious summer temperatures. The grasses and wild flowers take on striking geometric forms.
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The life that once pulsed within these stems has been passed down to root and seed.
The brown husks that remain look vainly to the West in search of winters rain.
They though will have to endure many more weeks before the life sustaining rains return.
For now the landscape resonates to the dry rasping of this last vestige of springs great flowering.
Photos: Wild Carrot, Quaking Grass and Foxtail on the mountain. Courtesy of the author.