Blooms are beautiful and in the blink of an eye, they are gone.
Whenever I see Purple Sage in bloom, I think of Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey, published in 1912. Then I think of the band Riders of the Purple Sage. Then I think of the story Spiders of the Purple Mage by Philip José Farmer in Tales From The Vulgar Unicorn (1980), one of the Thieves’ World books. One thing leads to another …
Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting


