Sammy and I have been going for strolls in our neighborhood every evening after dinner; by this time in the day, the heat has abated to a point where I don't feel as though I'm going to spontaneously combust. It also helps that the sunsets are pretty spectacular out here.
It's amazing how the evening light can totally effect the appearance of the Franklin Mountains; during the day they are starkly arid and devoid of any signs of life but in that magical hour when the sun begins its descent, they transform into something magical and otherworldly rising from the desert.
It's still a bit of a culture shock living here--not a lot of trees, yards largely devoid of grass--but I can't help but appreciate the beauty in all of the differences, like a blooming cactus in one of my neighbor's yards:
I'm pretty sure I'm well on my way to becoming known as that crazy lady who walks around with her camera all of the time. I can live with that.