"The Raven" watching the sunset |
It’s getting cold here in the mountains; temps are often in
the low 20s overnight with highs in the low 50s. I’ll happily deal with that if there’s
fresh snow (soon I hope) but otherwise I love to camp and shoot in the desert
where temps are 15-20 degrees warmer. Welcome to desert camping season.
Last week we were on BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land
around the Maricopa Mountains. The
weather was so lovely that I wore short sleeves one day. BLM is great for loose rules about dispersed
camping and dogs. Gypsy approves, and
this trip she returned from her explorations nicely smelling of creosote. I’ve certainly smelled worse on her.
I’ve been teaching Gypsy a command that our last dog, Luna
eventually mastered. When I say “tripod,”
she knows she’s meant to stay behind me so she’s out of the shot and doesn’t
leave footprints in snow or sand. I’m convinced
that she understands, but sometimes she just knows better. In this case she really did. I’ll add this image to a growing collection
of backlighted Gypsy pictures – the best way to shoot a black beast.
The Harquahala Mountains have become a nearby favorite in
the last few seasons, but G and my husband had never been there. This was also the dog’s first real experience
with “jumping”
cholla. They don’t actually jump, of
course, but they do a good impression of a wild leap toward anything that
moves. They are lovely with backlight. Just after arriving at our
campsite, we followed her around, explaining the danger. There wasn’t much effect. Good judgement, they say, comes from
experience and experience in turn from bad judgment. She did eventually learn, the hard way. We carried a comb and needle-nosed pliers in
our pockets…
Evening Moonrise over the Harquahala Mountains
This shot was about as unplanned as
they get. The moon was one day past full
when it rose that evening, and I went dashing down the hill in my crocs (I have
dubbed them the ugly shoes) to grab this shot.
Speaking of cholla.
Verde Canyon Railroad crawling alongside the river
Though not technically desert, we did lose a bit of altitude
and gain some temperature on a little outing the week before. The confluence of Sycamore creek with the
Verde River was showing just the last bit of autumn color (gotta get there
earlier next year). Marco fished, and I
spent most of my time on landscapes, but also had fun with the Verde Canyon Railroad, nicely visible
from the bluff above.
We landscape photographers welcome gifts of all kinds, and
this morning the blessing was cold air, which brough fog over Sycamore
Creek. This one was worth getting the
boots wet for.
Desert Camping season is just getting started – check out
the Winter 2022-23 Gallery
on the website for more images from this trip and for what’s next.
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