62 PICTURING MIRACLES 



add so much to the enjoyment of a trip over the 

 Tioga Pass. You may find one meadow covered with 

 Bog or Little Leopard lilies, another with Camass 

 and the next one almost white with these balls of 

 beauty swaying in the breeze; the buds, like pink 

 beads, open into a round mass of tiny cream colored 

 flowers. To know the flowers as you pass by is like 

 meeting fellow human beings, to know their habits 

 like meeting a friend and to know their innermost 

 secrets like meeting a long lost brother or sister. 



Lupines are so numerous in form, color, and 

 habits, it is hard for anyone except an expert to 

 name the eighty or more kinds we have in Cali- 

 fornia. I have not succeeded in making lapse-time 

 pictures of them as they invariably wilt in front of 

 the camera in the four to eight days it would re- 

 quire. Nothing could be more beautiful than some 

 of the patches of them on the Glacier Point and Oak 

 Flat roads in Yosemite in late June or early July. 

 They grow four or five feet high a solid thicket of 

 them in a forest of pines and cedars with perhaps 

 a few deer grazing in the meadow a short distance 

 away. 



I was making what I call a traveling picture of 

 just such a scene last summer on Glacier Point Road. 

 The camera was on a carriage, motor driven along 

 a steel track, exposing as it moved. The result was a 



