The Black-Eyed Susan
One day, while traveling to a town named Bridgewater in my home state of Virginia, I happened upon some wildflowers that deeply caught my attention. The colors were many vibrant shades of pink, purple, orange and yellow. There were various white flowers mixed in which, amongst the various shades of the green stems and leaves, provided a beautiful contrast to the picture. Upon first glance, I knew I had to stop and get a picture. As it happened, the wildflowers were not in a field, but rather in a wide strip of earth that served as a median between the north and south bound lanes of Route 42. I knew the task of taking a picture would not be easy or even really safe, but something pulled at me to attempt it anyway. So, I pulled my car off on the right shoulder, parking as far off the road as possible. I got my camera and made my way across the highway to gather some images of the random beauty around me. Fortunately for me, Route 42 wasn’t extremely busy at the tyme. I made my...