Thoughts From My Journal – Coyote Ululation
Last night Twig and I sat our nightly vigil keeping an eye on the sky. No clouds, no halo, and the moon having risen later than last night it was having to catch up; otherwise, firmament was unchanged. Then it happened — yips and howls, whines, and yowls, rising...
Thoughts From My Journal – Misinterpreted
Last night I sat watching the moon, barely gibbous at its zenith directly above, with a halo holding on about 15 degrees radius. Also the stars with Orion not far west of the moon. Wispy cloudy. I love desert nights and can sit for hours keeping an eye out on the sky....
Thoughts From My Journal – The Cactus Wren
One of my favorite sounds is the call of the cactus wren; no sound is more distinctive of the desert, at least as far as my ear is concerned. I’ve been so fond of it and them for so long that Lynn found a woodcarver to sculpt one for me: life-sized, painted exactly...
Thoughts From My Journal – The Sonoran Desert
Before returning to Organ Pipe Cactus three months ago I had come only twice: once while I wrote my dissertation 30+ years ago and again about fifteen years later. I let its remoteness get in my way even knowing how uniquely it affected me. The absurdity of letting...
