The beauty of this season astounds me.
A bear named "Socks" for her black legs who I've known since she was a cub and is now on the mating path... (see post from five years ago when Socks was driven away from her mom). I will show you videos in the coming days showing that Socks will probably be having Tiny's cubs this winter (Tiny is our huge male bear). We are seeing the circle of life from cub to mother.
But, to my eye, none of the beauty surpasses the happy face of Shyla in a field of wildflowers.