"Once a journey is designed, equipped, and put in process, a new factor enters and takes over. A trip, a safari, an exploration, is an entitity, different from all other journeys. It has personality, temperament, individuality, uniqueness. A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. Tour masters, schedules, reservations, brass-bound and inevitable, dash themselves to wreckage on the personality of the trip. Only when this is recognized can the blown-in-the-glass bum relax and go along with it. Only then do the frustrations fall away. In this a journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it. I feel better now, having said this, although only those who have experienced it will understand it." - John Steinbeck
A late winter snowstorm dusts the Catalina Mountains.
A Pine Sisken splits.
One of Florida Canyon's own Rufous-capped Warblers. Be warned that viewing this species may cause retina overloads and ocular explosions.
Broad-billed Hummingbird. I would've named it Blood-billed.
How could any lady Ruddy Ducks say no to this guy?
Hippies.
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Buenos Aires NWR and sacred Baboquivari Peak, where The Creator (Generator?) I'itoi watches over the Tohono O'odham tribe. Isn't it more comforting when a god lives on the same planet you do? |
Don't forget me Rufous-crowned Sparrow!
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