Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Oh, Cacti, How I Love Thee

I am going to try tonight to mostly put together our 2nd "webisode" of our travels through South Texas. I have some great stuff but we've been monstrously busy, with lousy internet, so it's taking longer than I hoped to get it together. Meanwhile, I'm going to post a preview of some of the pictures that will go on our 3rd "webisode", which will take place in Arizona. It's so incredibly beautiful out here, and pictures will simply not do justice to the experience, but I'll post a few anyway.

One thing has become quite evident on this trip. I am completely fascinated by cacti, (cactus, cactuses... Sean has been impressed with himself that he knows how to make cactus plural by saying "cacti", so we'll use that one.)

The photo of this saguaro simply does not do justice to the amazing sight of the moon hanging in the sky, right over the beautiful scene. It seemed so much bigger at the time, but it is still a pretty shot, I think.

The cactus above is probably my favorite. It looks so fuzzy from afar, but up close it is truly a frightening sight. So many needles! Can you imagine walking into one of those?

Isn't it pretty, in its own dangerous way? I was looking at the desert as we passed through New Mexico and on towards the Sonora Desert area and thinking what it must have been like to come to the area as an early pioneer, in a wagon, with a full skirt! Yikes!

That one is certainly a fingerprint of our amazing Creator. Love the pattern on this little round, poky ball!

This was a fun shot from the train ride with a full view of the Goldfield Ghost Town and Superstition Mountain.

Benny is getting an amazing view of the most biodiverse desert on the planet.

Here's our bus pal sitting by a little church on a hill.
It was so beautiful out, practicing at the top of the hill behind the ghost town. There was a snow storm in Colorado at that moment, yet we were outside on a lovely day! It amazes me.

This picture backs us up a bit. We were actually in New Mexico at this point, on our way to Arizona, but we had a fantastic experience there at this quick stop. After 2 days of driving from Texas, dry camping without hook-ups, no showers, and not even a moment to bother finding a hair brush, we decided to stay in a nice park so we could clean up a bit and let the kids enjoy some time in the indoor swimming pool. However, before we let them get their fingers all wrinkled and soft, we needed to get in some practicing, so we stepped out of the bus and tuned up the instruments.

Half way through the first song, a man in a nearby RV stepped around the corner with his eyes bright to see where the music was coming from. We told him that we were just practicing, but he was welcome to sit in and watch. We always love an audience. Next thing I knew, he had brought his lawn chair, his drink, wife, and a few neighbors, and parked himself right in front our bus. More nearby people wandered over, drinks in hand, and sat down, until we had a decent audience. We simply turned around and played for them, chatted, and had a bit of fun. They were very appreciative, many picking up some CDs to take with them.

What was the most amazing was how messy we were! Like a bunch of grubby street urchins right out of a Dickens novel or something. I should have been rather embarrassed, but everyone was having so much fun, why bother?

Right now we are in an RV park west of Phoenix, where we have a show tomorrow night... one that was just added today. We are finding a very exciting pattern in this. Find an interesting looking park we think the kids will enjoy, check in, get some buzz going about what we do, and suggest we play an informal show for them. Pretty cool!

I had so many other things I wanted to write in the last few weeks, but at this point I better get busy on the webisode. Watch for the video on the next post!

1 comment:

  1. Fantastic to find an appreciative audience. Maybe the Dickens 'urchin' look added to the appeal :p

    I've never been a fan of cacti, but then I've really only ever seen them in a pot, so I'm not the best judge.