Last June I took a workshop photographing the wild horses in Utah. The experience was like no other and three days were way too short. I knew I needed to return to visit and photograph the horses again before the winter. The view from the window of the airplane was beautiful as the sun was setting on Salt Lake City and the plane began its descent. The flight on Delta from BNA was well run and I got my luggage, rented my car and was on the way to Tooele, Utah in half an hour from the time the plane landed in Salt Lake City. Tomorrow I get to go out and see the horses. 

When I was a child we would pick the bright yellow dandelions and tie them together to make necklaces. After the golden blossoms turned into the tufted seed puffballs we would pick them, close our eyes and blow the feathery parachutes making wishes as we did. The breeze carried the seeds off just as if they themselves had wings. The dandelion is a tough, independent flower growing freely where ever it may find a patch of dirt to root down into. This free spirited flower is often called a weed, but it represents childhood memories, passion, commitment and endurance.
The dandelion is a magical flower that allows us to believe that our wishes may come true.
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