Friday, December 23, 2022
Tuesday, December 13, 2022
|Looking toward the dawn on a snowy morning|
|That early morning light was in the west.|
|There was more color in the west than in the east, too.|
|In the east, clouds delayed sunrise.|
|Waiting, waiting for sunrise....|
|But higher in the mountains, the sun already reached the ground.|
|And every minute, the light was changing.|
|The magic was dizzying.|
|Any moment now --|
|But sun we have almost every day in Southern Arizona.|
|Snow, now --|
|Snow is the big story today!|
Tuesday, December 6, 2022
Look at Sunny Juliet, close to sunset, sitting in this year's tall grass! Good thing she has that bright orange harness so I don't lose her on the savannah!
Even a big ol' barrel cactus can be tricky to spot this year, unless you're right on top of it.
And Peasy's tree, below -- usually surrounded by cow-trampled bare earth, this year it emerges from a sea of grass.
Blades of grass as numerous (or so it seems) as stars in the nighttime desert sky. And yet, myriad as they are, they always merit a closer look.
And now, if you're feeling lonely or altruistic or wise or holidayish or on-the-fence-about-the-hollidays, consider joining the conversation here. Thanks!
Saturday, December 3, 2022
I hope the backlighting of late afternoon sun shows you what I see every day here on dog walks. Most of the mesquites out on the range are untidy shrubs rather than stately trees, but many of them are strung with morning glory vines that look, to me, when the light hits them just right, like strings of stars, each seed pod (having opened to release its black seeds) a five-pointed star. Most of the seed pods appear in pairs. I looked for single pods to photograph, thinking they would show the star effect better, but it's really the overall effect (top photograph), I think, that gives the best impression of what my eye sees.
I'm coming back to add a photograph that is not one of my own but one a neighbor sent me this past summer. It shows the morning glories in bloom in the wash, the vines winding through the green of the mesquite. Very different, isn't it?