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Desert Textures: A Photographic Essay

Updated on April 19, 2013
Barrel cactus pattern
Barrel cactus pattern | Source

I can't remember a time I didn't love the desert. I was born here, born loving it, born to appreciate the sensory delight that is the Sonoran. I revel in the scents and sights, the feel of the air, the patterns and textures. The textures: rough, sometimes hostile, a wonder of self-defense and survival (or not) against the hostile elements.

Snake tracks
Snake tracks | Source

Everything here has a defense mechanism. Rattlesnakes have venom. Coral snakes have even more lethal venom. Bull snakes look a lot like rattlesnakes. King snakes look a lot like coral snakes. The cactus have spines, the ocotillo have thorns, and the creosote bush has a waxy foliage that tastes undesirable as well as protects it from the desiccating rays of the sun.

Yet rattlesnakes are ridiculously vulnerable when faced by a woman with a snake-pole. The cactus are easily dug out with a digging pole due to their shallow root system. Defense systems that worked for thousands of years against more natural forces are useless once humankind have invaded. We are the most invasive weed yet.

Bleached bone from cow or horse
Bleached bone from cow or horse | Source

There is always death in the desert. Here, no tender woods embrace you as you fall. Lush vines don't crawl across your body; you don't nestle against mossy loam. It is the sun that consumes you, always the sun. Bones bleach, tree trunks lie exposed until termites and termite-hunting flickers drill into the wood, cactus skeletons stand upright as silent sentinels.

The desert reminds us: we are but temporary travelers.

A horse's skull slowly dissolves into the sandy soil.
A horse's skull slowly dissolves into the sandy soil. | Source

Many years ago, a friend's dog happily romped back to her with a treasure in his mouth. It was large and oval -- the treasure, not the Doberman. My friend convinced him to drop the object, and quickly realized it was a human skull. The detectives, documenting the skull with photographs and measurements at the lab, were fortunate to find the brown recluse spider living inside the skull before anyone was bitten. A dog had loped around with the skull in its mouth; a woman had carried the skull back to her car; the detectives had transported it for forensic examination; all long before anyone noticed the brown recluse lurking within.

They're called recluses for a good reason.

A decaying tree shows evidence of a flicker's visit.
A decaying tree shows evidence of a flicker's visit. | Source

And Coyote, the trickster, chose mortality, because if creatures didn't die, there'd be no more room for the newborn. Where the trees have fallen, other life is sustained. Turn over a slowly decomposing tree trunk and you must watch for scorpions. They lie in wait for the roaches and crickets that feed off the products of the rotting tree. Stand back and listen: there's a strange percussion. It's the flicker, often mis-called a woodpecker, drilling amazingly ovate holes into the wood, seeking termites.

Death makes room for life. It isn't always the life form we choose, but it is life.

Mesquite blooms
Mesquite blooms | Source

Hosting a deafening droning of bees, the yellow puffs of mesquite flowers welcome the first hot days. Mesquite trees, much maligned by ranchers, are sometimes the only shade you'll find. Like just about everything else in the desert, they boast vicious thorns that make you ache when they've punctured you. Nothing bleeds quite like a mesquite wound, nor hurts quite the same way later.

Yet the bright yellow flower-puffs will soon create the seed-pods that dry and fall to the ground with an audible pop. Those dried pods fed the indigenous people: grind them with a mano and metate, and you'll have an aromatic flour. Leave them be, and everything from horses to domestic geese will snatch them up ravenously.

Saguaro spines.
Saguaro spines. | Source

Everywhere is the orderly texture of the cactus. Artists know that perfect symmetry creates tension; Navajo rug-makers know that flaws let the evil spirits out. The saguaro knows that its semi-symmetrical rows of spines make for something more beautiful than perfect parallels.

During drought years, the growth portion of the saguaros draws inward. During drought-abundance cycles, the cactus develops lovely serpentine lines. During abundance, like us they grow too rotund, almost cartoonish.

Nascent saguaro limb
Nascent saguaro limb | Source

At first blush, the prickly pear spines look to be laid out in a pattern. Upon closer inspection, they're just imperfect enough to be perfect. They appeal to the eye with a logical layout, but appeal to the heart with slightly undulating lines. The same lovely, languid, flowing waves repeat themselves in the stone walls of the canyon, the snake's trail across the sand, the silhouette of the mountain peaks against the next, nearer, layer of ridges.

Whoever designed the desert knew exactly what they were doing.

Orderly rows of glochids on prickly pear pad.
Orderly rows of glochids on prickly pear pad. | Source
Lichens rusting in the dry air
Lichens rusting in the dry air | Source

I like lichens. I'm not quite sure what to make of them, though -- I associate them with a damp place, not the desert. Yet here they are, living their simple existence against the volcanic rock. Lichens. Like me.

The Murdered Woman tree
The Murdered Woman tree | Source

The downed branches and dead trees take on personalities and shapes. I can't bring myself to burn or bury the hundreds of gnarly dead trees on the ranch. They have that time-worn, weather-beaten texture -- evocative of many things. Some have hollows that look like a secret place to hide something special.

This one is the Murdered Woman. Every time I cross the path beside this downed branch, my mind first interprets the shape, the outline, as a murdered woman, fallen as she fought her attacker. Her legs are twisted in struggle and terror.

Perhaps I was in law enforcement for too long.

Gnarly old trees
Gnarly old trees | Source
Palo Verde bark
Palo Verde bark | Source

Green stick. That's what the Spanish name, palo verde, translates to in English -- the newer language of the desert. Before English, there was Spanish. Before Spanish, there was a variety of native tongues.

The palo verde hosts an abundance of phainopepla -- small black crested birds, like slender cardinals in shape, and phainopepla distribute mistletoe. The mistletoe is a parasite that lives upon the palo verde in great clumps, ultimately destroying the host tree. As the mistletoe itself dries, once detached from the tree, it turns a rich shade of rusty brown. It looks like so many fallen nails rusting on the ground.

Desert mistletoe suspended from a palo verde
Desert mistletoe suspended from a palo verde | Source

The sun gives our life, and it takes away our life. In the desert, survivors must have a healthy respect for the sun. By mid-spring it has turned the annual weeds to brown or tan. What was once a meadow of green or yellow becomes a flaxen field. The hare barley, so tempting a carpet two weeks ago, becomes a hostile place: the awns become a nuisance to sock-wearing hikers, but can be a serious threat to the animal that inhales or ingests them.

Introduced from southern Europe, hare barley is often misidentified as foxtail. Here is a case of the hare being more dangerous than the fox: foxtails may frustrate, but the hare barley is harrowing.

Hare barley rusting in the sun
Hare barley rusting in the sun | Source
Cholla skeleton
Cholla skeleton | Source

What is it about dead cactus? Drive through Cave Creek, and you'll see rows of majestic saguaro skeletons for sale for hundreds of dollars and up. Live in the area and have tourists visit, and they'll almost invariably ask if they can take home a piece of that "beautiful wood" -- the cholla skeleton, with its distinctive patterns of oval holes in the rough woody branch.

There's no doubt, it's the texture. The unique, undeniable, rugged desert texture. Everything here bears its brand.

Saguaro skeleton sentinel
Saguaro skeleton sentinel | Source

Coyote, when it is time for me to make more room for the new souls, let me lie upon the desert earth and let the sun bleach my bones. Perhaps I shall feed a few creatures, or provide a home for even more, before I am through. Eventually I will no longer be recognizable; and only then will I be completely one with the desert that I have always loved. My texture will be that of the gnarly trees and the sandy soil and the saguaro skeletons.

It will be just as it should be.

Enjoy a Western Novella, Set Against the Rugged Sonoran

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      Dilip Chandra 4 years ago from India

      Wow brilliant pics. Good hub, great work!

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      Marcy J. Miller 4 years ago from Arizona

      Thank you so much, Dilipchandra. I really appreciate your thoughtful comment! I hope you enjoyed the photos as much as I enjoyed taking them!

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      livingsta 4 years ago from United Kingdom

      Beautiful with lovely pictures. I love the desert landscapes. Thank you for sharing this with us. Voting up and sharing!

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      gingerka 4 years ago from Colorado

      I recognize many of the plants in your pictures because I grew up in Phoenix and my parents worked in Cave Creek for years. I love the desert too. Thanks for sharing!

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      Marcy J. Miller 4 years ago from Arizona

      Thank you, Ginger! Wasn't it a wonderful area to grow up in, back in the day? We probably shared many of the same "coming of age in Phoenix" experiences! I appreciate your stopping by and saying hello.

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      Marcy J. Miller 4 years ago from Arizona

      Livingsta, thanks greatly for your remarks and for sharing. We don't have the green abundance you have in the UK but we do have our own style of scenic beauty!

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      prasetio30 4 years ago from malang-indonesia

      I can't imagine that I'll live in the desert. Beside the Hot climate, another reason is the creature in the desert. Maybe...I will running fast if I meet the rattlesnakes. But, the photos you included are the best. You are very talented photographer. I love your work here. Good job, my friend. Up, useful and interesting votes. Cheers..

      Prasetio

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      Marcy J. Miller 4 years ago from Arizona

      Thank you, Prasetio! Yes, it is hot during the summer months -- but that's the way I like it. And there are certainly many rattlesnakes in our area -- but those who stay in the city and suburbs don't usually run across them as much as we do in the outskirts. Thanks so very much. I'm so pleased you enjoyed my essay!

      MJ

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      Dilip Chandra 4 years ago from India

      I also like taking pics Jennifer, i can see in those pics your great effort in taking them.

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      Marcy J. Miller 4 years ago from Arizona

      Thanks, Dilipchandra. I am so thankful to have found Hubpages, because I can combine my love of photography with my love of writing as I was never able to do as easily when writing for print media. Not to mention meeting terrific people with shared interests from faraway lands!

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      vibesites 4 years ago from United States

      Stunning pics! As "dead" as it seems a desert offers something more to a photographer than just sand. Voted up and awesome, beautiful. :)

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      Marcy J. Miller 4 years ago from Arizona

      Vibesites, thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed the photos. I never tire of staring out into the desert ... or scrutinizing parts of it up close and personal. Thank you for the vote and feedback!

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      Suzanne Ridgeway 3 years ago from Dublin, Ireland

      Hi MJennifer,

      I have been blown away by this hub, truly. This is an amazing work of art between your stunningly vivid photos and your awesome writing of this world that is your back garden and one you are obviously so passionate about. It really had me hooked from start to end and the rawness and savageness of the desert sitting along with such beauty in nature is a great reason for us all to appreciate this landscape. Bravo and voting everything, sharing for more to appreciate and pinning! You have a fan in me for sure!

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      Marcy J. Miller 3 years ago from Arizona

      Suzie,

      You have no idea how much I appreciate your absolutely wonderful compliment. I am just thrilled to receive such kind praise! Thanks tremendously. I love this desert fiercely and I love to introduce people to the small wonders I have the privilege of enjoying every day.

      Thanks so very much!

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      Peggy Woods 3 years ago from Houston, Texas

      Like Suzie HQ, you had me captivated from beginning to end. Your descriptive words coupled with your fabulous photographs is indeed a work of art. This should be a Hub of the Day! Up, beautiful and interesting votes plus will share with my followers and pin. Amazing hub!

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      Marcy J. Miller 3 years ago from Arizona

      Oh, Peggy, thank you! I'm so happy you enjoyed it and so appreciative of your comment. Sincerest thanks for your visit!

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      Dolores Monet 3 years ago from East Coast, United States

      Absolutely beautiful! As an East Coast gal, used to lotsa green and lotsa water, I just had to visit a desert when my husband and I found ourselves in San Diego. Drove out and fell in love. The color of the sky in a desert doesn't happen here. The silence that surrounds you in a desert doesn't happen here. Reading your hub and looking at your lovely photos was like visiting a desert again.

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      Natasha 3 years ago from Hawaii

      Beautiful!

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      Mary Wickison 3 years ago from Brazil

      I have heard how captivated people are by the desert. Those like yourself who have lived there appreciate it more than the rest of us. You have some wonderful images. I don't think I had ever seen a dead cactus before your photo! Very interesting hub.

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      Marcy J. Miller 3 years ago from Arizona

      Dolores, thank you for your lovely words. I'm pleased that you could revisit this strange and wonderful place through my hub.

      Natashalh, thanks so much! I appreciate your visit and comment.

      Blond Logic, thank you. Dead cactus are interesting things ... they remain tough and strangely attractive long after the last bit of life has left -- they're sort of like a desert variety of driftwood. Best wishes!

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