I’m still in Kansas, where I’ll stay until July 1st. There are no tornados to report on yet, so I’d like to talk to you about the cacti in Arizona. I must confess at the outset; I know nothing about them, not even their names, so, where necessary, I’m giving them names of my own. I can’t wax scientific about them, so I’ll just have to give you my take on them. And I have a few photos to share with you.
Let me say at the start, I think cactuses (alright, cacti) are absolutely brilliant. They’re the Muppets of the plant world. They’re wonderful to look at–a bit like finding the animals and people in clouds. The folks who live among the cacti seem to love them. They’d need to. I love cactuses too, but I wouldn’t want to live with them. Mainly because they insist on living where I don’t wish to live–in a very hot and dry environment.
Cacti display most of the characteristics, or at least personality traits, of people. Some are downright scary. One, in particular, looks like it’s chasing something, or someone. He has mean, googly green eyes that bug out.
Okay, so they look like pretty flowers. But I reckon those beady little eyes are menacing. Not to mention those evil thorns! There’s nothing friendly going on here folks!
Personally, I think they would make terrific security hedges, but no one seems to be pursuing that possibility. A pity, really. A waste of a good resource.
The King of Cactus–the Saguaro
Its blossom is the state flower of Arizona
One of my favorite shots is of a cactus (maybe it’s two) that looks like a peacock sneaking up on an unsuspecting peahen. Nature imitates nature.