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.
A crop from the original version, spines and all. We tend to carry crops of our memories with us … the beauty of a lover is a snapshot in our heads, the idea of infinity is represented by that one shocking look into the heart of the Grand Canyon, a flower crop of the colors and cacti are enough to triggle memories of the whole experience. And sometimes, a crop of an experience can be more beautiful that the whole of the real thing. This seems wrong, but it is the way of things.