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 …
