Summer storms
Monsoon season
After months and years of drought, the rains have come. With them, the desert is green and the flowers begin.
After months and years of drought, the rains have come. With them, the desert is green and the flowers begin.
Textures, colors, grasshoppers, darkling beetles, and cactus; a bull leaves a dry water hole; starving horses move to a water tank while vultures circle overhead. Drought drags on, fire rages, and summer monsoons seem far away.
When the arroyo gets a bit too aggressive, and wind threatens to take what’s left of the road, when you’re hard-pressed against the canyon wall, and there’s not much space for a rig to squeeze through, you know what to do. Put those old cars to work. The seat needs reupholstering, but marvel that 60, 70, 80 years later, the steel holds its rust lazily, the chrome sparkles, and the headlight might still work if only the other parts cooperate.
Maybe I need some erosion control, too.