I've ended 2022 exploring smaller places close to home. There are no names here - no formal trails and too little long term protection for the land.

Fences, dirt roads and an occasional water tank are left behind from 20th century ranching - but history seems largely to have happened elsewhere.

The scenes here may be more personal documentation than art - I'm not sure, but it is certainly a joy to end the year trying to discern the sign language of the giant Saguaros, watch with concern as the winter water fades and try to find one more sandy path that doesn't close off with the cat claw's sharp embrace.