Took this with a Holga camera while hiking up the Yaqui side of Baboquivari. When I finally made it back and stumbled scratched, bloody, wet and dirty into a picnic of dozens of Yaqui they watched me like someone might if Charles Manson had knocked on their door during a kid’s party.

Is it the palo verde tree pondering or simply reflecting off the wet cement during a rare rainy day in Tucson

Twas a foggy and rainy and kind of snowy day that day in the desert. Might have found out what is hidden in the fog if I had a 4WD truck or wasn’t pressed for time to get back to Tucson to do stuff and say things and generally jump about and sing and dance the way most everyone does in Tucson.