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Big rocks on view.


Um, this is actually a “cutout” of the primary image, with a larger portion of itself in the background. It almost looks like one piece.


I guess the Park Service didn’t want anybody to mess with this corkscrew rock. Kind of impressive.


I do not remember these pebbles.


It looks like a building, but I don’t think you’ll find any rooms.


If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was a boat.


Right this way.


Boxy rocks.


Finally, some flowers! And they are lovely.


Banana nut bread?


Yeah, well, I didn’t like the ugly background. This is better.


Ditto.

These are the last pictures of that day (8/18/14).

Evidence of a sun.


I liked the blooms better than the leaves and stalks.


Like a monster hiding in the grass.


While working on these pictures, I noticed birds on this rock thing. I counted five here.


More of same.


I really liked this portrait-oriented image. How to get it into a landscape orientation was not so easy.


I tried everything I could think of to show the nice flowers and minimize all that other stuff to no avail. Cropped it and let it be.


I think we were actually leaving.


This one was easy. Crop and show off the nice asters.


I don’t remember what significance this house had, but I liked its paint job and the bucket of flowers.


A shot out of the car window. Simple horizon.


End of harvest.

It is a new day. 8/19/14. The first thing we did was to drive to Wind Cave National Park in South Dakota. Hey, here’s a sign!


Snapped a shot out of the car window. Nice trees.


Hold on! We see a prairie dog!


We have arrived at the visitor center. Husband is walking ahead of me. Son is doing something with his shoe.


We are visiting a prairie dog village.


Here are two residents, checking out their lawn.


“Did you knock?"


Viewing the neighborhood.


On to the more important subject: flowers! Don’t get too close to this one.


Not as flashy, but still nice.


Field of dreams. And a few Photoshop tricks.


Bee careful!

How considerate of these stalks to blossom for us.


Where is Julie Andrews?


Now where did I put my tiny salad bowl?


He has no shame.


Which color is best? Yellow or purple?


This buffalo walked right in front of our car and ambled off into the forest.


Would you believe I spent a lot of time on this? It is a portrait-oriented image, plopped in the middle of itself. The trees helped
provide good clipping opportunities.


It worked before, so we ran that play again. Some of the trees are in here twice, at varying distances.


The portrait-oriented image is on the right side, and a larger portion of it is on the left. The tall tree ensured a smooth transition.


This is just a simple, cropped picture.


So is this. Where is the jolly, green guy?


Sometimes this is the only way I know where we’ve been. Actually, I still don’t know, in this case.

Flowers and trees.


Just trees. And a path.


Found a “Do not climb” sign on this lookout tower.


Getting tired of trees.


The sun shines on them, anyway.


When will it end?


I have many pictures of these deer/goat things, but I like this one. They look like statues, but they are real.


At last! A flower! A small one.


It deserves a close-up.


Back to the deer thing. They liked to disrupt traffic.


Interesting clouds despite car-window reflection artifacts.


We found civilization, of sorts.

Motorcycle shop?


First glimpse of Mount Rushmore, from our vehicle.


My son enters the doorway to the famous monument. Um, memorial.


Yep! That’s were we were.


There it be!


Framed, by one of its own doorways.


People pass under state flags to reach the goal.


This bust of the sculptor was sculpted by his son. (I spent more time on this one than was necessary.)


Had to snap a pic of the Missouri flag.


And one of husband’s home state, Minnesota.


Nice work. Nice men.


My son grabs a few pics of his own.

I took a few pictures of these guys.


Here’s a place where a show is made of the show.


I like aspens. This is one of those portrait-oriented images plopped on top of itself and cut to fit.


Caught another angle as we walked around the faces.


You can walk inside a cave of sorts and take a picture like this.


The surrounding park has nice walkways.


George is my favorite.


Even my husband got in on the picture-taking frenzy.


Many steps on the path, with yellow “watch your step” strips.


A place for people to congregate.


I liked the portrait-oriented picture. It’s on top of itself and cut to fit.


Pretty tree bark.

We walked all around the Mount Rushmore park area.


Trees everywhere.


I’ll take pictures of aspens every chance I get.


Wonderful man.


The others, squeezed between two trees.


My son, knee-deep in Queen Anne’s.


These things are pretty, whatever they are. Just don’t touch the stem.


Some flowers don’t look like other flowers.


I like fences and flowers. Here we have both.


An assortment.


In your face.


Bees can be nice. But we can’t see the pretty aster.