“Slowly, quietly, I crawled on my knees over the rocky desert pavement in the Eastern Mojave Preserve in Southern California, trying not to disturb any wildlife.
I was decked out in my signature hunting gear (stained, tacky khaki pants and a decrepit T-shirt), and the latest in knee pads from Wal-Mart (because the key word in “rocky desert pavement” is “rocky”).
I set up my gear and tried not to breathe as I slowly fired off a shot.
Darn. The wind blew and the flower moved out of focus.
I bent again to focus on the minuscule bloom and tried again and again and yet again, until a good image was created.”
