Crepuscular creature that I am, I often
walk the desert starting at dusk and into the night. Last night,
responding to the monsoons, lovely poisonous white datura bloomed amidst
yellow brittlebush covering much of the paths to and from the
labyrinth.
Three Cooper's hawks flew close above me
at the dimming of the day. later, a fourth hawk landed in a tree and
watched me photograph the flowers.
On my way home, I was thinking, "If I were a snake, I'd like
to be in this undergrowth..." and then just as I reached a clearing, I
almost stepped on this king snake.
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