I take it all back.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: My rainy little Oregonian heart fell in love with Arizona. Honestly, it did. This crazy desert we moved to is bright and colorful. It's alive and thriving. You can almost feel the air thrumming with energy on hot days. It's diverse and stunning. It's harsh and prickly. You have to be tough to make it here. It's the last of the wild wild west. And it is so beautiful.
These pictures are from last weekend's trip to the Riparian Preserve. I could have spent all day wandering back and forth between the desert gardens and water basin pathways.
The Squishy One was mostly interested in showing off her new trick (running!), and trying with all her might to touch a cactus before her parents spotted her and swooped in.
And now I'm dying to photograph a family in front of this gorgeous desert garden. Any takers? ;)
And this is my official love letter to the Sonoran Desert. Never change, let's get married, the end.