Monsoon morning in Saguaro
The monsoon had been active for a week and the desert smelled like creosote. I hiked the Douglas Spring trail from the east entrance at 5:30 a.m. Gila woodpeckers were calling from every other saguaro and a Harris’s Hawk flew low across the wash as I crossed it. Got my first decent shot of a Gilded Flicker — a species I’d missed the last two trips.
Heat was up by 9:30 and I was back at the car by ten. Lens cleaning after the monsoon dust is a whole operation but worth it for that low, wet light.








