When I visit my dad in Chile one of my favorite things to do is have him drive me to the ski areas above Santiago so I can see the high mountain plants. In November, local spring, the snow is gone and the deserted villages are and surrounded by flower-filled meadows.
When we went there in 2005 I found one of the rosulate Violets. Excited, I took photos but they were out of focus. I returned to re-shoot the plants the next day but I couldn’t find them again. Violets disappear when they want to.
In the three years until I was able to return I wondered if the plants might still be there, whether I could find the place again and whether they would be blooming. I went to see my dad again and we returned to the gravel-strewn, weedy place at the bottom of a ski slope. Here is the result: Viola columnaris, I think.