I was lucky to participate in some fall surveys in the Mojave desert. It was a brief venture south, but a fruitful one where I got a taste of a seemingly mysterious event in this parched landscape. October is a hot, dry month. It is a time of brutal tedium, anticipation. Especially if you bear the heat all summer and are waiting for the nights to finally cool the earth a bit more.
It’s also a month that’s known to celebrate the summer monsoons (or Southwest monsoons). This year we had some decent rain and enjoyed some late season blooms that contrasted sharply with the otherwise dessicated matrix of creosote. Here’s a celebration of Pectis paposa, cinchweed. Continue reading









