Thoughts From My Journal – Mojave Poppy Bloom
I’ve not spoken to anyone who works in the Monument and am wondering when the last rain was. Many of the ocotillo, which reserve their leafing and blooming for rain times, are in leaf with remnant blossoms. Otherwise, there’s nothing in bloom; it’s still early and...
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...
