The rib cage of a Saguaro cactus. When it rains, the so-called ribs expand to collect water for a not-so-rainy rest of the year.

The remains of what used to be a majestic Saguaro.

Stuck in the middle…

You don’t want to fall in a cholla…

Creosote Bush, also known as the scent of the desert. After it rains, the Creosote leaves a hint of moist sweetness in the air.

Staghorn Cholla

The sun pours upon them :)

Visit this website if you want to identify a Arizonian plant: http://www.delange.org/ArizWFlowers/Wf.htm

Coulter’s Lupine

California Poppy

Who says the desert doesn’t have flowers??

Yet again I returned to the tranquil and beautiful South Mountain. Unlike my last visit to South Mountain, this time I was prepared with my Canon. I am ADDICTED with taking pictures. When I didn’t have my camera last week on the hike, I was bummed out that I couldn’t take pictures of flowers “springing” into action (pun intended haha); it was almost as if I had separation anxiety!

I have come to the conclusion that in this modern day and age, our world is addicted to documenting every single aspect of their life.

Smart phones have fed our craze to show off our lives. But why do we feel the need to do this? Is it to show off to others about the greatness of our lives? Or are we afraid of not remembering that precious moment in life?

Who knows.