Gates Pass, AZ

Looking over the shoulders of some slacker Saguaros
I see Tucson from Gates Pass
Clouds dropping shadows on the mountain
Not rain!
Stone house affirms desert's essence
Blue skies and earth tones
Clean air and dirt.
Ocotillo cops a punk attitude
Spikey and sharp and takes shit from nobody.
What can one say in the pressence of such rugged beauty?
Widening the focus we see twin peaks.
Prickly Pear, Palo Verde, and Desert Broom in the foreground.
The eternal dance of shadow and light,
Fluid, everchanging zen reflections of millions of minds.
I love stone buildings.
Especially with the Tucson Mountains in the background.
This is my idea of a holy place where I can commune with the creator of the universe.
A master at improvisational design,
The creator riffs galaxies...
Inspired solos during cosmic concert
With the heavenly symphony.