I lied about the heat wave tapering off any time soon.  It’s like a desert out there.  I think it’s even too hot for the skinks, judging by their absence.  Yesterday was like mowing tumbleweed and dust.  Even the dew can’t get a grip.  I’ve had to water daily just to keep things barely alive.  Anyone know a good rain dance?

Accordingly, my photos have been drying up.  It’s challenging finding undead subjects.  Although oddly, here and there unidentified new flowers are appearing out of the parched ground, source unknown.  And the pollinators love it.  Nature is unstoppable, given half a chance.

However, expect a photographic change in the next few days, as we make our first annual pilgrimage to parts north.  I won’t give it away, but let the pictures speak for themselves.