This morning I stepped outdoors and knew I had to forget my daily routine and seek wildflowers!
I am overwhelmed by the expansiveness of the lower Joshua Tree National Park. Yes, it is large on the map, but driving it on one of the first “spring” days reveals the variety of flora as one descends the hills to lower elevations. The cholla are at their “fuzzy finest” haloed in the sunlight. The ocotillo-not a cactus- verdant waiting for the heat and right moment to burst into vermilion flame-like blossoms.
As a painter, I take in the shades and hues, thinking of how they can be recreated on canvas.
I am ashamed to say that when I forts came to the desert I did not appreciate all it has to offer. Today the plants are familiar: creosote, cholla, ocotillo, and beautiful smoke trees at the bottom in their natural wash.
Aware of stillness on a Friday before the weekend influx, I cross momentary paths with those stopping, as I, to breathe in the beauty. Two women stop just minutes to photograph the smoke trees. A friendly hiker from Ventura sports a wide brimmed hat.
Humanity’s threads touch for a brief time – all seeking the satisfaction of the day. I see my first mallow of the season, bright orange. A tiny pale yellow butterfly flits by.
The temps are in the high 70’s. I could be a thousand other places, but for today the desert solitude, sunshine, wildflowers are mine to ingest!
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writer, artist, observer, social commentator. I arrived to the Hi Desert 3 decades ago - to enter my chosen field. At the time, I saw the vast horizon as the end of the world. Now, I see it as the beginning of creativity.