I made these images from atop some of our local desert hills, Sunday, looking west, then north, and then west again as the clouds rolled in and did their thing….
I meant to hit “preview,” but hit “publish,” so here it is anyway…all images made along the Carefree Highway yesterday morning….
Unless it’s a particularly windy day, this is a common sight during my morning walks in the desert area of north Phoenix.
This is what it looks like facing north from an anonymous peak just east of my neighborhood in the Desert Hills area of north Phoenix. I believe that might be Daisy Mountain near the far center of the image. It was eight minutes before seven and the sun was nearing the western horizon and you can detect a slightly golden hue in the desert foreground…sparsely placed and youngish Saguaro cacti populate the area among Creosote bushes and the reminders of the region’s volcanic origins….
I mentioned in an earlier post that I had found a trail leading into the mountains and purposed to go hiking that evening. There had been uncommon clouds over the valley for the majority of the day and I hoped they might remain into the same evening, providing a classic desert sunset. While the clouds were a slight disappointment, the view from one of the nearby peaks made-up for what was missing relative to the clouds.
For those of you not familiar with the metropolitan desert that is Phoenix, Arizona, there are several neighborhoods or areas of the city that have their own names…some of them have, and others might still become separate incorporated areas or towns, distinct entities from Phoenix-proper, but for now they are simply named-areas that are familiar to denizens and nearby others. The particular area where I now live in the extreme north of Phoenix is named Desert Hills…and for good reason.
The high daytime temperature yesterday was somewhere in the low hundreds…and I imagine that it was probably somewhere in the mid-nineties by the time I came down from the mountain and entered the neighborhood again. There had been clouds across the sky throughout the day, but they didn’t stick-around long enough to be significant with regard to the sunset…but there were bats circling the near-nighttime sky, skittering and dashing about as bats will do, finding their evening (or morning?) meals on the wing and disappearing into the blue-black shadows of the coming night.
I was walking back to my truck when I noticed the dash of white-yellow-orange-pink of the airliner passing the silhouette forms of these statuesque Saguaro cacti. If you’re interested, the tree is a Palo Verde and the more linear stalks of cactus in the lower right corner are from a single Ocotillo…..
Wishing you a pleasant evening from north Phoenix, Arizona, USA.