Missing Entries

A black-and-white shot of a distant Weaver’s Needle as shadows fall across the foothills. Taken in McDowell Sonoran Preserve in Scottsdale, Arizona on February 19, 2023. Original: _RAC4307.ARW

A telephoto snapshot of Weaver’s Needle when I was teaching Bear to hike and having fun documenting how different it was compared to walking Ellie in Portland. I looked in my hiking journal to see if I had any notes about the day but there was a big gap, with the next entry coming a month later noting “I’ve been hiking a ton since December, but they have been dog walks with Bear in the preserve and I haven’t been documenting them. Which is a shame, and I regret it.”

From then on I wrote up our walks in the desert just like any hike, which is fortunate as almost all of them since have been with him.

πŸ“·: Sony A6700 | Sony 100-400mm + 1.4X
πŸ—“οΈ: February 19, 2023

Sonoran Sprouts

A close-up of a saguaro flower bud resembles Brussels sprouts in McDowell Sonoran Preserve in Scottsdale, Arizona on May 23, 2023. Originals: _ZFC6740.NEF to _ZFC6814.NEF

I was thinking of Brussels sprouts when I took the picture but when this green grows it is the start of one of the desert’s greatest sights that doesn’t involve a lizard. This tip of a saguaro flower bud will bloom into a large white flower, kicking off a feeding frenzy of birds, bats, and insects. Another feeding frenzy follows when the red fruit ripens.

πŸ“·: Nikon Z fc | Nikon 105mm Macro
πŸ—“οΈ: May 27, 2023

Me Too, Bear

Our dog Bear has his eyes wide open on December 21, 2023. Original: _A672254.ARW

πŸ“·: Sony A6700 | Sony-Zeiss 24mm f/1.8
πŸ—“οΈ: December 21, 2023

X Marks the Spot

Shadows fall on a wooden X adorned with ribbons in Scottsdale, Arizona on December 29, 2024. Original: _A678172.ARW

Bear and I pay our respects at the grave of someone who was important or at least well-loved, given the many colorful ribbons on their marker. They must have died long ago as this area is surrounded by subdivisions now. Perhaps someone who got rather lost trying to find the Oregon Trail. Perhaps a member of the Donner Party who was lucky enough to be spared the arduous journey through someone’s bowels.