Trilobytes, Bob Marshall Wilderness (Montana)

We camped in Big Meadow, the first open expanse of country we came upon from our hike of the Strawberry Creek drainage. The entire valley was green, fed by springs coming in and going out from the east, west, north, and south. After setting up camp, we bushwhacked up one of the unnamed streams until it got thicker; until we couldn’t go further. We relented and turned around, passed bones weathering in the sun and, in the early evening, we turned our attention upward, passing across some of the streams, through flowering grasses, and past the shadow of a deer staying back among the trees. We climbed up the slope, through the grass, past sorted scree and signs of abandoned mines. When the trilobites came into site, the soil softened underneath. We switch backed around large burrows (maybe fox or wolverine), we climbed over dry weathered logs and inched our way up the unnamed mountain. The wind picked up, and the grasses and slope caught the last light from the western trilobites. I swung my camera around, focused the 20mm lens to infinity, braced myself on the log in the foreground and captured 1/20th of a second of the landscape while the last vegetation of the season danced in the wind. Sizes: 8x10, 11x14, 12x18, 17x24