A long line of cars was parked alongside of one of Yosemite’s main roads, meaning that somebody had spotted something of great interest. It was a bear cub, wandering through the forest by itself, no doubt dispatched by its mother to learn the ways of the world on its own. While it stayed considerable distance from the road, and we could go no further than the edge of the road, we could follow it by walking parallel to it as it proceeded along its mid-day amble in the forest. At one point, I noticed that the bear cub was heading for an area where there wildflowers, and I focused on two of them that were just in front of a pine tree. The bear cub must have been listening to the conversation in my brain, because it slowly walked right up to the flowers I had in focus, allowing me to make this shot. By juxtaposing the bear cub with the wildflowers, I contrast two vulnerabilities. The bear cub is a newcomer to the forest, and the tiny flowers are prone to being eaten or crushed.