I’m spending a couple days with my friend Anna, and even though we haven’t seen each other since high school it’s like we were never apart. When I got to her house in Green Valley after a long day’s drive, she had a delicious, healthy dinner and glass of wine waiting for me. It’s all I could do to not drop to one knee and propose right then.
She lives in a subdivision, which sounds boring, but it’s not. Each house has a personality:
The landscaping is stark and gorgeous:
I love the shapes and textures:
The family that sold the land to the developers included a provision that this cemetery, which sits smack in the middle of the houses, remain:
Here’s your photography tip for the day: Use a zoom lens to shoot sharp plant life.
See the round ends of these branches?
If you accidentally lean into them they pop off and hang from your body like evil, spiked mice.
As if the pain of the impalement wasn’t enough, I then had to get them out. There was a moment when I was pulling one clump from my bare thigh and I thought my skin might actually rip. The spines clung so tenaciously that they pulled my flesh out to resemble spikes itself, like a skin Mohawk.
I won’t be sharing that picture. You’re welcome.