The second (first) in a series of photos from Tucson.
There was something magical about looking up this incline. Then I walked it, ’cause I’m like that.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Treebeard started intoning a poem, slowly. But actually, a Javelina (that’s a desert pig) lives in there, but I couldn’t get a picture.
An odd trough I found in a wash.
Looked even more like a Necker Cube before my crappy camera transformed it into this.
Poopy, the Persian. Yes, her name is Poopy.
Pavlov! Look at those eyes (or that one, anyway).
Desert Rain, the Czechoslovakian German Sheperd. She guards. Just look at those data-collecting ears.