The prairie is brimming with wildflowers, nestled in among the grasses. As I walked the winding trail to the overlook, I was drawn to the movement of this little bee. The clover shaped blooms reach up towards him, and other bees buzz in beside him. There are plenty of blooms in this vast sea of grasses, and so much tranquility in the wide open range. Painting number 1992 in 1992 days.
This is so pretty. Wonder what the paper is?
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