The desert southwest can be a lovely place. There are the epic sunsets of course, but also plants and animals found nowhere else on Earth. Many people imagine a sparse, sandy environment, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. The Sonoran Desert is almost lush with often dense webs of Mesquite and Palo Verde branches. The delicate shade offers respite for the animals and plants that make their home here.
More than its beauty, however, the desert has a feeling. It is impossible to describe it exactly; it’s open and airy, mysterious but welcoming. It’s comfortable and soothing. For me, it feels like home. I would think that because I grew up here, I might be describing a phenomenon that exists only for me. I know that this is not the case though. People have told me they feel it. Touring musicians have stood on stage and described it. It is a sort of magic that hangs in the air here.
It isn’t so hard to believe; after all, no one would deny that there is a feeling that buzzes in the air when they walk the bustling streets of New York City. Manhattan has a nearly tangible excitement that tickles your senses. The desert has a vastness that calms your senses.
Perhaps I’m romanticizing the desert because it is winter. The unrelenting heat of summer will surely change my tune. But until the mercury rises, I am more than content to linger within this “honeymoon period” and get reacquainted with my old friend.
The desert harbors a wildness that becomes infectious the longer you stay. If you are wild at heart, the desert might be that missing puzzle piece from your soul. You might feel the peacefulness of freedom when you spend time amongst the cacti and the coyotes. Or maybe you already have!
These are beautiful photographs and so peacefully described. Thank you for sharing such stunning perspectives with others:)