Wednesday, April 8, 2009

There's no destiny.
We live accidental lives
And change like weather.


In this part of the desert, this is the height of blooming season. I wandered my merry way across rocky bajada, taking note of every wind-blown flower. And for a special treat, I saw a great-horned owl staring down at me from a saguaro.

1) Ocotillo with Picketpost Mountain in the background.
2) A caterpillar that I can't identify yet.
3) Prickly pear bloom.
4) Buckhorn cholla looking pretty.

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