Last night we had one of those incredible desert sunsets that covers the entire sky with a dome of colors. They don't happen very often but when they do they definitely get your attention.
I turned around and with my back to the sunset I took this picture. These desert sunsets affect the whole sky which is what makes them so spectacular.
Having nothing better to do I went for a walk out in the desert today and took a few pictures. The desert around here is not all that pretty, in fact it's very plain. It consist mostly of waist high scrub brush that's far enough apart that its easy to walk through, with some vegetation growing close to the ground in some places. And the only place somethings growing that's higher than my head is on the sides of the dry washes. So I guess you could describe it as fairly bleak.
But since I wasn't finding anything to take a picture of I got to thinking about what Barney, the old fat man, told me a while back before he got too old to have a coherent thought. He said something about looking for the small things to take pictures of because there's a lot of things you won't normally see if you're always looking for big things. I took this suggestion as further proof of his onset of dementia and continued to take pictures of big important things like buildings, sunsets, and the back end of the Arctic Fox.
But now here I am standing alone, surrounded by the desolation of the desert, isolated from human contact, miles from the nearest town and 50 feet from the Arctic Fox, there's nothing to take a picture of except the back end of the Arctic Fox and I already did that.
Looking down at my tired feet, their tired because I walked all the way over here, I saw a minuscule splash of color on the desert floor. Kneeling down I could see it was one tiny flower no bigger than my fingernail, all alone, a mere speck of color on the vast expanse of the rocky ground that surrounded me.
The tiny flower clung tenaciously to life, having survived everything the desert could throw at it, always facing the sun, bending with the desert winds and refusing to give up its one square inch of rocky ground that became its only home.
I remembered how Barney had told me about seeing the small things in life, and paying attention to the details of what we walk by every day, and how slowing down will allow you to observe the beauty of nature that others never even recognize........ But then I remembered it was time for lunch and I think I may have stepped on the flower as I ran back to the Arctic Fox.
These are all pictures of tiny desert wildflowers, I don't think any of them are bigger than my thumbnail. I don't know what any of them are, and your guess is probably better than mine.