One January day, a friend and I were exploring the old cemetery in Tuscarora, Nevada, when my foot broke through the hard, dry snow and I fell, ending up flat on my back. In a cemetery. It was the tiniest bit disconcerting.

In this cemetery, I was flat on the ground again, but this time on purpose and on my stomach, to get the shot of sunlight on the iris leaves. (And for those of you keeping score, I did get one fire-ant bite.) (I would also like to point out that fire ants are appropriately named.)

at the cemetery
Knobbs Springs, Texas
photographed 2.28.2014