One of my earliest shots of The Guardian after I discovered it where it always was.
π·: Sony A6500 | Sony-Zeiss 16-70mm
ποΈ: November 18, 2018
Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
One of the nice things about hiking with Bear is how comfortable people are talking to me compared to when Iβm alone. You would not believe how many times Iβve been told that Iβm so handsome and well-behaved. Thankfully they also complement Bear, particularly the horse riders who appreciate his gentleness around their nervous steeds.
First picture:
π·: Sony A6700 | Sony-Zeiss 24mm f/1.8
ποΈ: January 18, 2026
Second picture:
π·: Sony A6700 | Sony-Zeiss 24mm f/1.8
ποΈ: January 25, 2026
I finally saw my first desert tortoise! I love seeing how Bear reacts to new species but he wasn’t remotely interested in the blinking boulder, soaking up the warmth before the sun dipped behind the McDowells. They join bobcats and (initially) rattlesnakes on Bear’s list of “yeah, whatever”. Apart from The Elephant, it’s the only animal I’ve met in the desert who might be older than me.
π·: Nikon Z 7II | Nikon 24-70 f/4
ποΈ: April 6, 2025
Shadows crept towards the mountains as Bear and I looked down from atop the old landslide. We were like Frodo & Sam about to head into Mordor. Except we only had a mile and a half to go. On well-groomed trails. In perfect weather. With no one hunting us. And plenty of water and snacks.
Otherwise just like Frodo & Sam.
π·: Nikon Z 7II | Nikon 27-40 f/4
ποΈ: November 22, 2024
At the start of May I got up early and went to a favorite trail I hadn’t been to in a while. I soon came across mule deer so close to the trail I could have photographed them with a wide angle lens, but it was rather dark yet so rather than risk startling them I continued on towards the scene I planned to photograph at sunrise.
Further on the dim light suddenly intensified and turned pink, not nearly as strongly as the time when I was visiting my favorite saguaro but I couldn’t figure out why it was happening at all. The sun was still below the mountains and there were no clouds I could see to reflect the light, but perhaps the mountains hid more than just the rising sun. I looked around for something to shoot and had to smile when I saw the family of deer were occasionally visible through the desert scrub. I was far enough away now to need a telephoto lens but I was pleased I could include Troon Mountain in the background, as somewhere betwixt us and the mountain sits my home.
I watched from afar as the deer drifted in and out of view until they disappeared for good. The pink light stayed but for a moment before turning yellow, then a sickly white, then dying away until the sun at last cleared the hills. I tarried too long with the deer to have any chance of reaching my original destination so I went a little further down the trail to my favorite rock formation and soaked in the moment when the light suddenly floods across the desert.
It’s a little embarrassing that after a few years in the desert I can still struggle so to predict the sunlight, my excuse that I love rainy days and spent decades in an area with a plethora of them only goes so far, but it’s alright if I never get much better.
Sometimes it’s nice to be surprised.
We had a variety of sparrows on display in Oregon but during the winter at my favorite refuge the big flocks I’d see were golden-crowns. I have lost count of the many ways the desert has surprised me but one was that here too I’d see flocks of sparrows in the winter, only now it’s white-crowns and black-throats. I saw white-crowns in Oregon but not nearly in the numbers I see them here, it’s such a joy to stand still as the sun rises and watch a flock flit about me as they make their morning rounds.