I’m horribly out of shape. I blame the pandemic. I’m just not one of those people who said, “Gee, since I can’t go to the movies or go out to dinner, I think I’ll concentrate on doing pilates. . .”
It’s been almost a year since I’ve gone hiking. I miss it. I used to go once or twice a month. A few weeks ago I headed over to South Mountain Park and couldn’t find a parking spot. It was a Sunday. Duh.
Last Friday morning the temperature here was 60 degrees–in my opinion, the perfect hiking temperature. I drove out to the Pima Canyon trailhead at South Mountain to hike down the main trail, which is fairly level. I needed an easy hike. I took my camera with me and put on my larger lens, so that I concentrated on a medium distance instead of what’s close by. I’ve taken millions of shots in the park, and I wanted to try to make these a little different.
They all pretty much show how rugged the desert is. See that cyclist near the right edge of the frame below?
I got another shot of him a few minutes later.
Oops. The little circle in the sky below is not a balloon or a UFO. Probably just a speck of dust on my lens.
I walked as far as the intersection with the Beverly Canyon trail, then turned around and headed back to the parking lot. The next shot is toward Tempe, where my home is. It also shows the cloud of particulates effectively sealed in by the surrounding mountains.
I’m not sure what this group of people was up to, but I think maybe they have sketchpads? Or maybe they’re all just checking their phones.
I feel sorry for the people who have left items on the trails, especially for the poor soul who lost his keys.
When I got back to my car, the temperature was 68 degrees. Can’t complain.
I had opportunities to take a couple thousand pictures this year, so it was hard to pick just 10. Most of these favorites I’ve posted previously, but some have never been seen by anybody before. I admit some are flawed, but I like them anyway, sometimes because of their quirkiness.
I did a lot of hiking this year in desert parks. I just love the look and feel of wilderness. This picture was taken at Boyce Thompson Arboretum:
A blooming cactus at North Mountain Park:
A tree covered with blossoms on the grounds of the Arizona Renaissance Festival:
Every February, wildflowers blanket a yard in my town:
This is an icon in a Greek Orthodox monastery chapel. I purposely took this photo at a wonky angle, because of the candle holder hanging in front of the painting. I wanted to get a good shot of the mother’s sweet face, but it caused the Baby to look distorted:
This was taken in South Mountain Park:
A perfect red rose at the Rose Garden at Mesa Community College:
These wildflowers in my yard grew from an unsolicited packet of seeds sent through the mail from the Sierra Club:
I shot these cactus flowers in my neighborhood on my morning walk:
My daughter Katie on the footbridge at Boyce Thompson Arboretum: