If you look closely, you can see Kyle and the kids way down there on the dune. I was barely a quarter of the way up this particular hill when I took this shot - I stopped to look back, to see if I could see them, but the wildflowers were so thick that I had to climb a little bit above them to see back down to the dune and the kids. And to be honest, once the blooms were in the frame I became entirely distracted by them and spent a good ten minutes taking pictures of the bright bushes of desert marigold set against the cobalt sky and mostly forgot about my sand sprites below. But of the dozens of photos I took from this vantage - frames filled to the edges with bright yellow blossoms - it was the few that held the tiny specks of family that I pulled out and lingered over. Even though you can barely even see them - they're there, tiny against the vast sweep of the world, enormous upon the landscape of my heart.