Something about this one makes me think it must be a portrait of Samuel M. Key:

Terri Windling and I in Sabino Canyon:

And here it is with the B&W Polaroid film:

These next two were taken with this cheap "landscape format" camera I got with some magazine subscription. I've had film in this camera for two years and finally finished it on this trip. The pictures here aren't spectacular in the usual sense of the word but I like them because they capture some of the essence of the desert, the heat and the dryness, the severity that is always present even when one is being amazed by wonderful views, or flowering cacti.

This ocelot at the Desert Museum spent a good five minutes or so just sitting with me, like we were old friends, hanging out together:

A couple of shots from the signing at the Faery Festival at Mrs. Tiggy Winkles. That's Ellen Stieber sitting in between Terri and I:

MaryAnn looking particularly sweet:

This is one of my favourite shots. The dead saguaro reminds me of a Hopi Kachina, with all the prickly pear doing some mystical dance around it:

An Arizona sycamore. Looks like something out of an Alan Lee or Brian Froud painting:

Our B&B:

Petroglyphs at Signal Hill:

Sabino Canyon as it was in the fifties. Or at least, with this B&W film, it looks like it was taken back then:

And lastly, here are a few pieces I was working on. First up, a watercolour from my sketchbook.

And then a couple of acrylics, neither of which I'm particularly pleased with, but I enjoyed sitting out there in the desert doing them, and that's the point, isn't it? To enjoy the process. That said, it'd still be nice to have something you liked at the end of the day. Oh well, there's always the next trip...