There's something exquisitively delicate about desert colors, whether it be the lemon yellow flowers of the Mexican Paloverde tree,
the radiant pink blossom of a thorny cholla,
or the through-the-looking-glass amber of the March Hare's eye.
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Early Wind
Clouds over the Organs A cold wind was already blowing when Dr. K, Willow and I did our morning hike; gusts are supposed to die down by late...
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Look at how rumpled the fur is on that jackrabbit. Living in the wild must be rough--no hairdressers for jackrabbits.
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