Do a 180 at Sunset

Sunsets — especially those on the desert — can be spectacular. Eyes glued to the west. Camera shutter clicking. Breath-stopping wonder.

Yet all the while, behind us, we may be missing the other half of the show.

Next time you’re hooked on the going down of that fireball, turn around. Check out Act II. It might surprise you. 🙂


Last Light

Past the end of the pavement, past the last power pole, beyond the sound of vehicles I walk into silence by the light of a waxing moon.

I pick my way through sagebrush and hedgehog cactus, sharp rocks, creosote bush, dead and downed palo verde.

Looking up I spot the first ocotillo flower buds of the season. No leaves yet, but the rosy buds are visible in sunset’s glow.


Nearby a single dove, coo-cooing into the coming dark.


Now the sun has gone into the west.


And I am to my bed.

Ocotillo  Fouquieria splendens
Mourning dove   Zenaida macroura