At the End of a Snowy Day Monday, February 4

Mt Fagan wears a coat of white, reflecting winter's waning light,
snow in the desert
refreshes my thirsty soul
with contrast, color, and calm.


The pyrrhuloxia returns for a late afternoon snack before the cold winter darkness falls.



A dove naps in the same corner that collected snow this morning.



Winter ocatillos open their arms to embrace the sky. Snow shadows fall on desert mountains. A cold wind blows over cactus and warms my heart with memories of winter in another place and time.

Dark clouds hover over the desert. Why this fascination with clouds? It is as if the heavens come down to the earth. They are a fleeting thing, intangible and powerful, changable and beautiful.

The Snow dusted Santa Rita Mountians bathed in the light of a setting sun.