Saguaro National Monument, Tucson, Arizona.
We have a request for the color version of this shot.
Sunday morning. The sky went crazy. The desert floor looked like a forest. The red ocotillo flowers simply ruled.
The quote in the subject line is from from Heinrich Heine.
Still have to figure out how to get this shot without all the noise.
This year we wandered into a portion of the tulip fields that had been intentionally beheaded. Several rows of green stalks with blossoms scattered in the trenched rows – I suspect these were grown for the bulbs and not the blossoms. Think of the stored beauty underground – a secret for the coming year.
The desert outside Tucson, Arizona … once a year for about 4 to 5 days, the flowers drop by. It was good to be there this year for it all. Continue reading
A wasted dandelion at Alamo Placita Park in Denver. I almost called it “Self-Portrait.”