Thinking of Big Bend

Do you ever start missing a special place and daydream about it... maybe a little too much? There's no big message here. This is just a result of my thoughts and reminiscing about the last trip I took.

The ocotillo were bare and dry except for the explosion of color at the end of every tip. The blooming plants created a sea of red in the desert.



(Note: Images deep-linked from my website)