Our 4th of July tradition is to spend the weekend in my college town of Menomonie, WI. And one thing is for sure. I didn't spend any time enjoying the simple pleasures of wild flowers while I was in school. I didn't even do much painting. My major was graphic waste of time design. I drank way too much and hardly held a paintbrush. But Stout did teach me how to take a photo. And when I should have been studying for WWII class, I was probably in the dark room. Yes, dark room not digital room.
We had a wonderful time over the weekend. We spotted 13 different kinds of birds on the Red Cedar trail. Including a young eagle. We foraged for Black Raspberries. And we enjoyed a peaceful hike at Hoffman Hills. That's where I took these wild flower photos. We also might have done just a little bit of drinking. But only for old time's sake!