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My photography journey 13Sept20

The Kid and I went for a walk in the neighborhood.

“If you see anything you’d like me to take a picture of, let me know.”

“How about this tree?”

It’s a nice tree. And I like the howling coyote on the window grate in the background.

I really like this tree. I’ve lived here for almost 20 years and the palo verdes are still just so cool.

“Mom, I bet you want a picture of me walking up here, because that’s the kind of person you are.” I’m not entirely sure what kind of person that is, but yes, I would love pictures of you walking up there…

“Look, there’s a cat by that house.”

“Take a picture of it, Mom!”

“I want to take a picture of the cactus.”

“Take a picture of the cat, then take a picture of the cactus.”

Nearing home, I noticed the remains of a sign post in a yard that I’ve walked by at least hundreds of times. I’m always surprised by what I don’t notice…

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My photography journey 6Sept20

I love the desert. “I wouldn’t go there; it’s just brown everywhere,” a friend back east told me before I moved out here.

It’s different, for sure. And beautiful. In the seasons when more plants are thriving, it’s more conventionally beautiful. Even now, as a brutal-even-for-Phoenix summer is gasping its last breaths (we hope!), and most plants are not thriving, there’s a beauty about it.

Maybe it’s because I know that when the weather cools and rain comes (will rain ever come? It’s been a very dry monsoon…), many of the plants that appear dead will come back alive. (Zombie plants?)

Maybe I’ve just developed an appreciation for dead plants. Who knows? I’m just still in awe of the flora and fauna and landscapes here, whether in full bloom or dried up.

So when The Climbing Daddy suggested we go hiking this morning, taking Sir Nikolas Cameron along with for photos after hiking, I was game.

Of course, the most famous of the local cacti is the saguaro. Rabbits like to snack on their bases, and birds peck holes and make nests in them, finding safety from the sun and predators.

I love the saguaros and their imperfections:

Another thing I love about cactus? Dead cacti, leaving behind just their skeletons. I can’t get enough of cactus skeletons.

Maybe it was a cholla? Not sure.

Also? Cactus has three acceptable means of pluralization: cacti, cactuses, cactus. Fun!

There are always at least a few things that aren’t plants that are interesting to shoot. On this trail, it was this interesting bit of rock (“Mom! That looks like a face!”) and one of many bolts on a sign at the trailhead.

I love the layers of mountains. I’ve shared a couple of photos of Four Peaks before. Here they are again, trying to hide behind the ascending foreground. When I eventually learn editing, I’ll be able to have a photo similar to this with the foreground properly exposed. The camera can’t do it on its own, and I can’t do it in post. Yet.

The Climbing Daddy was at the (west-facing) kitchen sink the other night and suggested he take over making dinner and I go out with the camera to capture the sky. I got a bit of it.

Enjoy the beauty in the bits around you, and I’ll be back next week!