Desert words

Stumbling across these images of  the Arizona desert and writing by Lily Stockman made my heart beat as fast as a tumbleweed in a hurricane: ” It was raining when we landed in Phoenix, and the blunt, camphor scent of the creosote bushes –a desert rain smell so distinctive that desert people find, on the whole, the onset of rain in other climates rather unexceptional for lack of precipitational heraldry- filled our noses as soon as we hit the runway.” Images from here and here.


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