02.28.21: Ajo, AZ

We’ve backed into the creosote flats, a couple miles west of the Border Patrol camp–took the first wide spot oriented so that the dust from passing vehicles goes away, towards Mexico, and not into our encampment. There are two saguaros visible to the naked eye; everything else is a creosote bush–spindly, gray bark with little …

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02.27.21: Ajo, AZ

In a quiet corner of the Sonoran Desert, a blue flag flies high over the Palo Verde and the Ocotillo. It announces water for those in need, for this stretch of desert has claimed the lives of thousands of border-crossers. Costa’s Hummingbird males scream by on display flights, outdoing the maneuvers of the airforce overhead; …

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Valentine’s Day, 2021: A room (that is the 4Runner), with a view (flooded bottomlands full of Rusty Blackbirds and amorous Barred Owls), a fire (started with an empty beer box), a pasta dinner (all ingredients derived from Walmart and Dollar Stores, as those are the only options of poor, rural towns), and entertainment (some old …

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