Spring Larkspur Wildflower photographed by Jeff Zablow at Raccoon Creek State Park, PA
What stops you in your tracks? Increasingly, less and less sets our emergency brakes, in this ever more sophisticated world. That’s unless you are a ‘naturalist.’
A naturalist consciously sets out from home to destinations near and far, for the purpose of feasting on natural beauty. Genuine naturalists stop often, to stare, ponder and admire. They refuse the urge to pick, touch, upset, or nudge the botany and animals that good luck sets before their eyes. What do they want to happen? They want to come upon unique ferns, wildflowers, mushrooms, herbaceous plants, woody plants, carnvirouous plants, wetland plants, plants of fens, bogs and swamps. Plants of arid habitat, boreal habitat, subtropical habitat, mountainous habitat, and plants of valleys, crevices, and microhabitats.
We’re sharing this wildflower that always stops Jeff in his tracks. Spring larkspur. Uncommon, of fascinating flower form and blessed with color that nears indescribable. Who? How? Where? Why? Jeff stops, stares and admires.
I am reminded of a very dated tune, I was walking through the park one day, in the very very month of May, when I was taken by surprise by . . . Happened to me just about that way in a field at Neve Ativ, near the base of Mt. Hermon, Israel.
Nursing my 50 or so rolls of Fuji slide film, I must corral my occasional excitement, when new wonders introduce themselves, unexpectedly. Well, not exactly unexpectedly. I did drive several hours north from my children’s home near Pardes Hanna . . . and that was all about seeking new opps and new adventures and especially, new images to share with you. Often, I would make little audible reminders to myself, you’re here for butterflies, No?
So there we were in the last days of May 2013, and hardened as I am to this enigma, I was taken by surprise by these enticing blooms. I went through the usual exercise, and concluded that Hey, I may never be lucky enough to set eyes on this wildflower again, and most importantly, they appeal to me.
My field guides and texts, of Israeli wildflowers, a)are all in Hebrew and b)don’t include this species. Oh, if only an Israeli botanist or naturalist will jump in and help us identify and learn more about . . .