In the Tucson Desert

We drove to Tucson from San Francisco with a six month old puppy hiding under the driver's seat. It was hot in our small, dark purple, bubble of a car. We arrived at night in the cacti filled desert. It is peaceful.

In the morning I went for a walk along some dirt roads. The desert may look dead, but it isn't. I look close and I look far for the beauty, but after a few days, I am finding in between as well. There is color too, the color is always different in the desert. The greens are different, the light is much different. Here are some of my first looks at the desert.