I’ll tell ya, friends: Few things in life are as profound as a strong sense of place. Nothing compares to possessing intimate knowledge of a specific spot on this Earth, a piece of the world that is yours, which belongs to you and, deeper still, to which you belong. Who I am was formed here, in the land of the saguaro. Here is my territory. Here is my country. Here is my patria.

A friend of mine with a legitimate question

Been a little while since Harris checked in, always nice. (Seeing to nature, I hadn’t noticed him, so as I turned to head back, he let out a hearty greeting) (which, of course, consists of a loud, “HEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) We had a nice chat, told him to come for rats in the morning.

This is brilliant

“Here we sit like birds in the wilderness,” my grandfather used to sing, “waiting for our food!” (Gila urges me to hurry it up already with the bird seed)

Breezy & beautiful out

Downstairs neighbor cha-cha-cha (This might become my new all-purpose celebration gif) (Attn: @fridayfortuna & @Lorelei1861)

It’s tough for days that begin like this to go wrong

Many adventures await the one who follows out the roads

RAWR I YAM MIGHTEE GRIZZLEE RAWR ooh look are those sunflower seeds yum

Tetraptych

Moonrise Sunset II

Cloud lasso

Bad to the bone