We arrived in Death Valley as the famed superbloom subsided. .
Still, a few steps off the road, life surprised us everywhere we looked.
Seeds lie dormant for years, waiting for the perfect conditions to erupt.
Then, they bloom violently.
Desert flowers are angelic warriors, prying prisons of rock open and rendering the barren sands fertile.
Certainly, I am a fortunate one to see these wayside wanderers, but there must be thousands of blooms out there which a human eye will never see. And yet, they bloom.
There are eyes with sight and there are eyes that see. (We saw a black-throated sparrow.)
God grant me eyes that see.