30. October 2014 · Comments Off on Turn Of Season · Categories: Places · Tags: , ,

The yellowing of the ocotillos might seem like fall colors, and in a way they are, but it’s more about the end of monsoon. Not long after the ocotillo photo was taken, it rained and they returned to green while the water supply lasted. Some are bare, with others close by are still in leaf. It’s a possible indicator of where the water drains first.

The insect and arachnid denizens are mostly gone, the weather is turning cooler, especially at night. Perfect weather for sleeping under the stars right now, just an occasional midge to fend off. After the waxing moon sets, the milky way stands out in the crisp air, delaying sleep through sheer fascination. And just as I’m about to give in to sleep, there’s a sudden streak of light from a falling star. All putting me in my tiny place, which has its consolations.

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19. August 2014 · Comments Off on Current Residents · Categories: Places · Tags: , , , ,

In the morning light I almost stepped on the Gila Monster climbing the rock narrows I was descending. A timely hiss saved us both from a close confrontation, and my sitting quietly nearby while I took some photos calmed us both. Further along, spotted a frog the size of a thumb-end and gawked at a spider having some breakfast, then squished through mud into the remodeled Agua Verde River bed, featuring actual flowing water.

The rains arise in the afternoons under towering clouds, mountain ranges disappear from view behind curtains of rain that seems to dawdle in the air as it falls. Everywhere the water flows is reshaped and sorted. Large heavy objects are moved thousands of feet downstream or into treetops. Mud layers appear in new places as do rocks. Trees find new clumps of debris hugging them in the morning; branches, roots, household items, fencing, signs, metal carts, old metal drums.

A hidden set of life forms emerges (tiny frogs) and the usual suspects are more active.The barrels flower, the prickly pear fruits swell, drop, and get eaten. At night the widespread sonorous frog sound is surreal in the desert air. Where did they come from, and where do they go when it is dry? Magic. Now you see it, now you don’t.

25. July 2014 · Comments Off on Details · Categories: Places · Tags: ,
27. May 2014 · Comments Off on Sundry Wonders · Categories: Places · Tags: , , ,

A cat’s-claw moon beckons in the pre-dawn sky, a prickly pear shows some prickly attitude, a bee’s-banquet of saguaro flowers, and tiny eyes peer from the end of a tiny twig in the vast desert morning.

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