There is just something wonderful about spring in the desert. These strange hardy little plants display the most garish blooms, sometimes only for a day. I’m not a botanist, but it seems like this must use up an incredible level of their energy reserves. It always feels like a privilege to see. When ever someone tells me that the desert is is just brown, I know its because they have never seen the likes of these ^_^ These are a sampling of paintings that extend from high school to last week.
