-Stop! I’ll stay here , I ask the driver. And all turned around looking at me with a puzzled look … “we are in the middle of nowhere” i guess they thought.
The driver looks at me … not sure if I heard properly, or if he was thinking … “yes, i was told she was a bit freak “.
-How could i leave you here? Says , looking around. -In the middle of nowhere!
– I saw some plants and they’re full of flowers so I have to take some pictures, leave me here, you can go no problem! . sayed to him with a smile for all the faces were looking also. It’s a more than suitable explanation , but incomprehensible for ones who think that the steppe is a dessert. while i was preparing the stuff to run stright to the flowers. And arriving to the the place i was going early, takes the third or fourth place in the objectives of my day.
They didn’t leave me.
To finish the scene , the ritual of photographing plants : to the ground with the camera ” absolutely necessary for a good focus and composition . but inexplicable to those who see you do not know if you belong to a new religious belief, are feeling sick, or something when you are lying on the dusty ground in the middle of the steppe.
That’s why i have pictures of me taking pictures of plants.
There, white patches of Calandrinias . and Oxalis and before a Junellias . ( if I should have to spend the night in this unexpected way in the middle of the steppee does not matter, anyway these flowers worth the effort , and also knew it wasn’t a rain, ). They were so big and colorful thay you can see them seen from the road!
The best part, always, like in my trekkings around the place i live, is when people start to get interested in something, till that moment.was not important. The trip continued with questions about plants, and biodiversity of the steppe.
Finally i’ve shared the flowers by e-mail, everybody asked!