I was never especially enamored of deserts until I started going to Tuscon every year to do a show. Seeing the same place over and over. Now I find myself entranced by the subtle beauty here. January, February, March. Those are the months to visit the desert. I don't think I would enjoy July or August. As I drive through I can see the areas where rain has been a recent visitor. There is a dusting of green as plants open out for a week or so. The flowers in the desert have to be sought out, but when you find them you they are so amazing. In the desert there are no trees to hide the mountains. You can see their bones, tell their history in their form. You don't have to be a geologist to read the story. The sharp edges of newly exposed rocks. Rounded forms tell of water or wind wearing the mountains down. Strata, parallel layers in the rock, speak of time under the sea, building with silt and sand, and compressing to rock. People live differently ...
Adventures of an odd traveler, suggestions for slow walkers and those with limited mobility. And stuff about origami.