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  • 09 August 2012;

    I was taking pictures today at Dawson Creek, in Hillsboro, Oregon, hoping to catch a shot of a large bullfrog that resides there, who's been eluding my every attempt to take his picture, and I found these wildflowers that I need to identify. I’ve never seen them before, and have no clue yet as to what they are.

    While I was squat down at the creek with my camera, two small children that were accompanied by their dad watched intently over my shoulder. I turned my camera aside, leaned in and looked closely at the flowers, then at the kids, and asked them if they might have seen Horton anywhere a-bouts. They said in perfect unison -“nuh-uh”…So I told them I thought I heard a Who on one of these flowers, and I reconed Horton might like to know that. They stepped in nearer the flowers, and stared at them so closely, and so wide eyed for the longest time, tilting their ears to the blossoms every now and again. All the while their dad just stood back and chuckled.

    This made for a 'high water mark' in my day stream side. I'm smiling still.
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