as i walked, there were always vultures above me hoping for the worst, or to them the best.

it was hot a dry nearing the middle of summer, but still a flower could be found here and there.

it was in the nineties when i started hiking at sunrise and 112 degrees when i came down from the mountain, but it didn't stop these guys from coming out.

it might seem quite in the desert, but you are never alone.