Friday, December 17, 2010
Old, familiar Saguaro cacti towered as ghostly shapes over our path to the newspaper-box.
Ordinary Cane Chollas had turned into silver filigree.
With the mail coyote so close, Cody needs to mark a tree-trunk. No problem if the only trees available are Jumping Chollas: He knows exactly how closely he can approach them.
Rain after the drought
How fresh everything looks
Before the raising fog dissipated, it nearly completely shrouded even the closest peak.
We finally brought the newspaper home. Time for breakfast