... Finally, they stopped and grazed on a steep hillside leading down to the rim of the immense green gorge. Thinking it was my last best chance, I crept closer as slowly as I could. Every 4 or 5 paces, the gelatos would simply get up and move equal distance, sit back down and start grazing again. Just as I was developing my theory that gelatas (Bleeding Heart Baboons) seem to have developed a sense of exactly the perfect range from a 70-200mm lens so as to continually entice hope, yet never give you the money shot, this local girl saved my morning session. She caught my eye frolicking through a patch of wildflowers that recently blanketed the hillsides like a patchwork blanket of green and gold with purple highlights that had simple been tossed over a lumpy old sofa.
At first, I was shocked at her apparent immunity to the grandeur of the scene. I guess it’s human nature to place value on things we see as rare or fleeting and take for granted. To this day, she serves as a reminder to me to always treat life like wildflowers, rare and fleeting!