A three-head beast roars at the blazing sun and greets me as I return to Hacienda Hogan.
Springtime in the Sonoran desert. The cacti are flowering, their sexual apparatus fully aroused and functioning. So beautiful. People would think you were a pervert if you took such pictures of animal genitalia.
But then, the Monstrose don’t need no stinking flowers to get surreal. It just needs to grow, bake in the sun, crack and break. Nature going wild. Never fails to make a good picture.
Sometimes you have to get in close. Let the sacred energy vibrate your eyeballs.
Limbs can spontaneously amputate, then grope around for sustenance, blurring the border between the plant animal kingdoms, in keeping with Aztecan beliefs.
Slow-motion, self-inflicted flaying/crucifixions decorate the arid landscape.
Flowers glow like lukewarm fire.
Others arise with the serpentine.
Beauty does improve after a night of smoldering debauchery.
And finally, the desert becomes a jungle, threatening to devour the city.
