Spending a week under the stars in the southwest desert is a gift. The storms rolled in. I appreciated my tent.
The flowers bloomed, Janet collected specimens for us to draw.
Some of what we saw was moving, in an embrace all of life way.
The hills there are layers of history. You can read that history in the colors.
We went to Echo Canyon, where there is a natural, painted amphitheater.
I painted some ancient, gnarled roots.
This desert showed itself to us, gloriously.
I will return to the desert, over and over.