Beauty takes many forms and I've been astounded by the variety out here in the desert.
Even the driest sections have harbored a kaleidoscopic array of seemingly stationary life forms.
After watching the documentary "Botany of Desire," my perception of plant life was radically altered and I continue to have mad respect for these creative forms of life.
The power of a flower to pause the track playing in my mind is something I hold gratitude for, and the often intoxicating scent that accompanies many of these beauties is capable of overwhelming even the most persistent thought, transporting me gracefully back to what is real and now.
A man cannot survive on pop tarts alone.
When I reached a ridge line, I found many of my beloved ponderosa pine trees.
But at the end of the day, it wasn't just a treat for my eyes and nose, my ears received a gift from nature as well: