Sometimes, on the trail, one’s attention is drawn from the majestic vistas and craggy peaks to the smallest of things right in front of you. In this case, I noticed a single tiny flower blooming for all it was worth in the midst of a boulder field. I guess I found inspiration as an artist in a kindred soul struggling against immense obstacles in anonymity. So I took its picture and posted it here, and it and I shall bloom because it is what we know and it is who we are.