π·: Sony A6700 | Sony-Zeiss 24mm f/1.8
ποΈ: December 14, 2024
Tag: McDowell Sonoran Preserve
The Bright Blessed Days
Into Shadow
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
Stages of a Young Monster’s Development
A month after seeing a young Gila monster Bear and I came across another one climbing up a boulder next to the trail, our fourth (!) and final monster of the year. Further along in time and development, this one has entered the semi-chonk phase. The younger one pictured below in a similar pose is still in its non-chonk phase, with a thinner torso and deflated tail.
π·: Sony A6700 | Sony 100-400mm | Sony 1.4X
ποΈ: May 25, 2024 (top image)
ποΈ: April 28, 2024 (bottom image)
Family Portrait
Yesterday near the trailhead many families used the desert as a backdrop as they had their portraits taken by professional photographers. This family had to settle for a random passerby, but at least no one’s eyes are closed! We’ve met this family on the trails before, they have three little ones in their charge and alert to us but don’t show any further signs of stress. I don’t know if they’re reading his body language but I’ve been pleasantly surprised at how calm wildlife is around Bear.
π·: Nikon Z fc | Nikon 24-200mm
ποΈ: November 27, 2024
Some Days Fill Your Soul
Bear and I stopped in a lovely spot for a water break on a warm spring afternoon. We had the trail to ourselves so I lingered, not ready to let the moment pass, I had been back at work a couple of months and missed hiking with him each day. As we finally gathered up to leave I noticed someone left a colorful shirt on a boulder, I didn’t have a trash bag but if it wasn’t too disgusting I was going to pack it out.
Except the shirt turned into a Gila monster, only if someone let all the air out. We had a great view as it tentatively explored its surroundings, climbing up and down nearly vertical rock faces. I had my telephoto with me and we spent half an hour watching it until I filled up my memory card and besides, we needed to get back before closing.
Given its thinness I thought it very young or old or sick, my impression was its slow movements were from uncertainty rather than infirmity. I found it hard to believe even a young monster could be that big but I consulted my big lizard book when I got home and it said hatchlings average over 6 inches long.
There are days on the trails that fill your soul, moments you remember all your life, a joy and a blessing just to witness.
The Sphinx
Find Joy Where You Can
Dinner with a View
Sorry Little One
The world is often beautiful but rarely kind, as all the little creatures fed to this young hawk discovered, and eventually the hawk learned too. From what I could see only the legs and a pile of feathers remained, as honey-colored ants recycled what little soft tissue and fluids remained. Bear and I didn’t hike this trail again until weeks later when the only signs of this once beautiful life were a few feathers scattered on the desert floor.
π·: Nikon Z 7II | Nikon 105mm macro
ποΈ: October 27, 2023











