Teton Flowers +

In my quest to capture the perfect bloom at Jackson Hole, I rose before the sunrise, fueled by coffee and optimism. As I stumbled into the park, still half-asleep, I found an enchanting spot where the light danced just right. The vibrant flowers seemed to be in on the joke, peeking out like a shy kid at a school dance. And as the sun broke over the mountains, it lit up the scene perfectly—turns out, the flowers had better timing than I did. Who knew nature had a better alarm clock?