Comma Dot Comma

For some reason I keep getting surprised by the mix of loveliness and trouble that I encounter as I move through life. There are very few pure moments– everything is jumbled together. I’m thinking about Sudan but Arizona insists on oozing its gorgeousness all over my metaphorical windscreen. A drive of an hour or two in almost any direction will yield gasp-worthy vistas; a close study of any square yard of mountainside compels me to look closer, and yet closer, at the intricately balanced system of flora and fauna.

To wit:

Oak Creek Canyon, near Sedona

View of Sedona’s Red Rocks from a mesa top near Prescott

Desert Flowers with a Blurry Butterfly

Rainbow outside Tuscon

View at dusk, northbound from Tuscon