134/365: "Each of us is born with a share of purity, predestined to be corrupted by our commerce with mankind." ~ Emil Cioran

Today Steve and I went out to do some errands and I took my camera along to get my Picture of the Day! I saw many wonderful possibilities as we drove around, but we decided to pull off at a public trail that leads down to a creek near the Rogue River. Shady and idyllic, this forest is cool and warm, and I eagerly hopped out of the car with camera in hand, eyes wide as I took a deep breath of the fragrant woodsy air.

I didn't have long to look...actually, all it took was one glance to see spots of white here and there in the dappled tree-strewn glade. White flowers beckoned me to them with their lovely faces and beautiful trumpeted green sepia tubes. For 20 minutes I lost myself taking pictures of these beautiful blossoms, and along the way I found some extremely cool spiders, a moth that looked like Beaker, and and an interesting little fly. Alas, I haven't time to show all the wonderful pictures I was lucky enough to capture, but here is one, and I have another view of these beautiful flowers below!

Emile Cioran (8 April 1911 – 20 June 1995) was a Romanian philosopher and essayist. Wikipedia: Emile Cioran