Daffodils with '50 style poofy skirts.
We were just walking along concrete pathways, enjoying the flowers planted along the edge...
The five waterfalls roared behind the sound of a bluegrass band playing in a bowl-like setting.
We lingered for a bit to enjoy the music, then tried to decide what way to go next.
A path wound up and over the falls; I took frequent stops to capture solitary tulips along the way.
And enjoyed watching smitten parents taking memory pictures of their tykes.
The colorful flowers snaked endlessly up the hillsides.
I told him this time I wasn't even going to try counting the flowers this time.)
Back on the pathway the colors keep changing...
(I definitely do like tulips that point out on the tips and have subtle shading.)
Some of the tulips were a bit worse for wear from the rain and hail earlier in the week.
Fresh snowfall from those storms had touched up the white on the mountain peaks.
Close ups...so close speckles of black pollen from the bi-colored stamin can be seen dusting the yellow petals.
I had missed that detail until I saw the picture enlarged at home!
The white/green/pink mix with variegated leaves: bliss!
I'm a huge fan of variegated leaves, if you haven't noticed.
A photography rhythm was found:
I would take a close-up, mid range, full scene then distant shot at each spot.
Pretty flowers are improved with a baby parked before them.
Both mom and dad were snapping away.
I was kind of surprised they didn't put the little ones into the flower bed actually.