¡ Viva Tucson !

My Crazy Brother hike

Every year in September, as Tucson’s summer heat eases a bit, I hike into a canyon at the edge of the city for sunset, and if there’s any water in the canyon bottom, I take off my shoes and get my feet wet, a wonderful feeling in the desert. I used to do this with my schizophrenic brother, John, until he committed suicide. Now I do it alone with memories of John, as I did a few days ago on his birthday, when I shot these photos. If you’d like to read my prize-winning essay about John, here you go …

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hummer in my hand

Today I was in the living room by a big window and heard a soft thump. I realized that a bird flying outside had hit the glass. I went out and spotted a hummingbird lying on its back on the ground. I picked up the tiny bird and gently coaxed it back to consciousness for a few minutes. Then it flew off, wonderful. … Yeah, Tucson. Now I’m going to put stickers on the window so birds can see the glass better (I already put stickers on the sliding-glass door a while ago).

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