Welcome to the desert.
With an average of only six inches of rain a year, you may not expect much life in this place. But, you’d be wrong.
Life flourishes in its own way in the sere and dusty Sonoran desert. I’m not saying it’s easy for life here. Things live but they also die – like life everywhere else, eh?
Why is it though, that images of dead things are quintessentially desert? Images of twisted trees and sun-bleached bones, dusty parched substrate and dry riverbeds are representative of desert scenes in movies, cartoons, and today on my blog.
But look closely, and you’ll see signs of life. The woodpecker’s holes in a snag of a tree, the scrappy low-growing perennials on the playa’s pan, and ravens. Lots of ravens.