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I Am The Rock   3 comments

“Call Me The Rock” Saguaro Cactus On Cliff-side — Image by kenne

By any name
this saguaro cactus
is a real survivor.
Perched on a cliff-side,
given its size
this low-growing saguaro cactus,
has probably survived 30-40 years.

“I touch no one
and no one touches me,
I am the rock!”

A Nurse Tree By Any Other Name   2 comments

A Young Saguaro Cactus Has A Barrel Cactus As A Nurse Tree — Image by kenne

The Sonoran desert is the home of saguaro cacti. Often, for young saguaros to survive, they are located near another faster-growing tree that shelters the slower-growing plant by providing shade, shelter from the wind and sun, or protection from animals that may feed on the young plant. Such a plant is called a nurse tree. In the Sonoran desert, such trees are usually Palo Verde, Ironwood, or mesquite trees, which explains why young saguaros are often seen near trees. It is therefore unusual that a young saguaro would have a barrel cactus as its nurse tree. Let’s hope this quirk of nature works for both since both will be competing for resources, possibly hastening the death of the young slow-growing saguaro.

kenne

Saguaro Cactus That Have Out-Lived Their Nurse Tree — Image by kenne

Mr. Frost Is Here Again   Leave a comment

Pack Rat Midden: Frost on this pack rat midden must be a sign the this pack rat has a well insulated roof!  — Image by kenne

Always Ready To Confiscate

Searching her territory for
Sticks and cactus,
Stones and rocks,
Always ready to confiscate

Sometimes appropriating
The burrow of
A ground squirrel
At the base of a cactus

Using cactus pads
And cactus spines
Constructing a fortress
From her predators

Survival is her game
Sometimes abandoning  
Plant materials for
Your belongings 

Fond of small
Bright shiny objects
When available
Always ready to confiscate

kenne

Capturing the Moment — Death of A Giant Saguaro Cactus   10 comments

A casualty of extreme weather, July 2011 — Image by kenne

inspiration for “Nude Runners” November 2011 — Image by kenne

Nude Runners 1st Posted November 10, 2010 — Image by kenne

Saguaro Cactus are large trees that live to be hundreds of years old. It is one of the defining plants of the Sonoran Desert. Like this Saguaro in Tanuri Ridge, these plants are giant, tree-like columnar cacti that develop branches (or arms) as they age, although some never grow arms. The number of arms and the likely age of this particular plant may have helped shorten this plant’s life due to the current long drought and unusually cold weather this past winter. Our Saguaro was one impressive plant when I first photographed it last November. I’m sure that over the life of this plant, it experienced harsh conditions, but none as severe as the previous nine months. Even with some of the arms reaching down to help support this giant (most Saguaro arms point up), our freaky weather took its toll.

Its many arms help depict many images in one’s “mind’s eye,” i.e., runners embracing one another at the finish line, or a symbol of, “He out heavy, he’s my brother.” Although the age of this plant is hard for this novice to determine, the Saguaro rarely grows its arms until after the age of 75. Definitely a slow maturer, the cactus only puts up a main stem or spike for three-quarters of a century, during which it might grow as high as a foot after fifteen years and even seven feet after fifty years. Yet, for many, they may still not have any arms. As the images show, this “big guy” in Tanuri Ridge had a lot of arms, all of which now lie helpless on the ground near the Rillito River.

This is a significant loss to those who walk the Tanuri Ridge trails along the riverside. However, as someone who loves to “capture the moment,” the two (several exist from each shooting) I have near the end of its long life only cause one to challenge the imagination as to other moments that might have been captured over the years. For example, at one time, there was running water in the river with large cottonwoods lining its edge — just imagine! Such imaginative moments are priceless.

— kenne