I once heard it said that Caifornia has the ugly desert and Arizona has the pretty desert...60 miles south east of Parker (where we crossed the Colorado River and bathed for the first time in a week and a half) the desert exploded with color, and life, and landscapes...
all these weird and wonderful alien life forms stretching and dancing and doing their best imitations of a times square mime troop...
they all wanted to reach out and give me a big ole' prickly hug or whisper the secrets of the desert in my ear whilst puncturing my ear drum...
arms, legs, tentacles, pads , paws and claws reaching every which way...
finally something to look at.
I need to see the poet Mad Max zooming down the road to club that biker as he is just about to run over those flowers.
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