Summers in northern California are extremely dry. It often doesn’t rain a single drop from May until October. The hills turn a hay-colored brown as all the grasses and weeds growing on them dry up from lack of water. But also growing among this sea of brown are some of the most beautiful and giant dandelions I have ever witnessed. While one day hiking on these parched hills, I found one of the biggest and most perfectly shaped dandelions blowing in the wind. I didn’t have my camera, so I gently plucked it from its stem and tried to ever-so-carefully bring it home. But it was so windy that even after walking home backwards and shielding it with my hand to protect it, it grew smaller and smaller with each step I took. By the time I got home, all that remained was an oddly-shaped weed with its top half missing. I was going to throw it away, but after all that effort to keep it intact, I decided to give it a quick spritz of water and see what I could salvage. This is what remained.