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Monthly Archives: May 2009


Every morning I water; my vain attempt to maintain a garden in some form or another.  Containers are  my best shot.  After I’d done my rounds I walked back around to these Gozonias and noticed how the water had pooled in the center of the flower, and how the tiny droplets sparkled in the sunshine.  There were plenty of things on my to-do list, but I couldn’t resist sitting with them for a few minutes with my camera.

PhotoStory Friday
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The Phoenix Zoo is a regular haunt while the weather is good.  Needless to say, we made what was probably our last trip of the season over the weekend.  The Children’s Trail led us to a koi pond covered in a carpet of lily pads, and this single blossoming water lily.  It was so striking I had to take a series of shots as we passed through.



We left The Valley for Mother’s Day; the only gift I really wanted, a reprieve from the already oppressive heat, was a meager 90 minutes to the north in Prescott, AZ.  We played in the lake, enjoyed the quiet of nature, did some hiking, and saw some beautiful things.  This cactus sprang from between the walls of a rocky outcropping.  We might have missed it except I was lagging along behind looking for the unusual among the obvious.   The fact it was flowering only added to its dramatic appearance.


Crazy weird geometric shapes of a planetary nature.  This shot was part of a series taken at The Scottsdale Public Library, Civic Center.  On display is the Hyperbolic Crochet Coral Reef.  It is amazing.  Truly amazing.  It gave me a chance to play with light and aperture and, well, light.  A good friend of mine is an amazing photographer and she has said many a time…it’s all about the light.  This one I loved for its simple black and whiteness – even in full color.


I haven’t yet learned the name of this desert plant; there are so many about which I have no understanding at all other than they are interesting to photograph.  The textures and shapes of pretty much everything growing in the desert is quite foreign to me.   This plant is at the back of the yard, behind the pool.  I have very little occasion or reason to wander onto the rocks back there other than to point my camera down in to its swirling eye and snap away.  Sounds like a good enough reason to me.


We had some leftover, half-dead Gerber daisies in a pot.  They were slated for the trash but became an experiement in reincarnation; re-potted, rejuvenated, revived.  They have continued to bloom but will probably succumb to the increasing temperatures sometime soon.  Until then, we add cool water, provide plentiful shade from the scorching sun, and occasionally huddle around them and tell them how beautiful they are.  Water, shade and compliments seem to be doing the trick.


Standing proud; the giant of the desert. It takes a Saguaro cactus about 10 years to grow two inches, but can ultimately reach 40 to 60 feet in the course of its lifetime (up to 150 years).  When I first moved here, I could not refused to see their beauty.   Who could embrace (figuratively, of course) their stark, rigid stature?  Their indelicate nature?  Their lack of shade?  What beauty is there in it?  Now, I take pictures of them all the time.  I’ve found each Saguaro to have its own personality, its own story and history, its own beauty.  When something works so hard to survive in such devastatingly harsh conditions, there is beauty beyond what the eye can see.