As I made my way back to the car, thunderclouds threatened to unleash their fury on the area I had just departed. I had been left behind by my wife and the couple we were visiting but I had to stop to capture this delicate, prickly beauty in front of me minding its business along the trail. Between the desert and the mountains.
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