Though it seems impossible to truly convey how beautiful the huckleberry-filled meadows in Indian Heaven are, I thought I could at least give you my impression of them.
It seemed almost sacrilegious to wear a path through such beauty,
but you had no choice but to do so if you wanted to go anywhere.
Leslie and I debated what color the huckleberry leaves were
because they looked quite different depending on the angle of the sun.
The meadows were so brilliant that even the water in Junction Lake reflected their glory.
At times the forest seems to dominate the landscape, but in early Fall it seems like mere background for the huckleberries.
Sometimes beautiful photographs like these make me think of artists who try to paint such scenes on canvas driven by the staggering awe of such colors. Stunning.
The first and final photographs have been Photoshopped, where I purposely blurred part of the photograph to emphasize the colors, robin. Pretty sure the effect was inspired by the Impressionists that I studied in college art classes.