I have been fortunate in my travels to see many beautiful places, both man-made and natural. among the natural wonders there is something particularly enchanting about the austere rugged beauty of the Southwest I think if I lived out here I would be whip-thin and permanently sun-baked brown as a lizard. The land here makes me incredibly reluctant to come indoors. Instead of trying to describe it to you with words that really do not do it justice,I will instead post a selection of amateur photos that again really don't do it justice If you happen to be interested in what I had to write you can always visit this selection from my other blog:Tourist Monkey.This is what I wrote last time I was here and I think it holds up. This post, though I'm going to try to limit myself to captions 
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| The Sphinx In Peralta Canyon |
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| This is actually the front lawn of the house where I'm staying. All of it looks like this. |
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| Cliff Chipmunk. This is his species, not his name. |
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| Weaver's Needle, Peralta |
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| You're Welcome, Ladies! |
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| The Baboon's Head, Peralta Canyon |
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| Faces are everywhere. It's really the most bizarrely anthropomorphic landscape. |
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| Agave (I think) |
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| Hoodoos on the March |
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| This is apparently called a Tree Lizard. they are called this because they are never anywhere near trees. |
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| I like the strange candelabra shapes of Saguaro |
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| Note the Saguaro in the front imitating the rocks |
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| Cacti should not look this cuddly |
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| Saguaro Lake |
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| The bones of a giant |
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| Great Tailed Grackle: A serious contender for the All Southwest Weird Noise-Making title |
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| Mesquite tree ambling along the Salt River |
