The yellowing of the ocotillos might seem like fall colors, and in a way they are, but it’s more about the end of monsoon. Not long after the ocotillo photo was taken it rained and they returned to green, while the water supply lasted. Now most are bare.
The insect and arachnid denizens are mostly gone, the weather is turning cooler, especially at night. Perfect weather for sleeping under the stars right now, just an occasional midge to fend off. After the waxing moon sets, the milky way stands out in the crisp air, delaying sleep through sheer fascination. And just as I’m about to give in to sleep, there’s a sudden streak of light from a falling star. All putting me in my tiny place, which has its consolations.
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After the bloom is off the Night Blooming Cereus flowers, the seed pod emerges in the stem below. The photos are from different plants; the night blooming cereus are a bit delicate and subject to catastrophe, some of the plants depicted are no longer alive. Even the generally helpful and welcomed extended monsoon rains played a role, since NBC’s are prone to root rot. Several healthy specimens in high parts of drainage areas, in normal seasons a perfect placement, have been overwhelmed.
Butterflies usually avoid direct approach in my experience. They like to fly past at a good clip, or dart around the periphery of human reach, but they don’t like to be still when a large animal approaches. I wonder if they don’t accelerate well with all that windage, so survival odds are best if already moving. This one was too cold to fly this morning.
Butterfly Waking ©Carl Krall
As the nights get cooler, the summer stock sleep in late. The paparazzi take advantage and get close.