That gets me. And it's the whole reason I have an agave. Well, that and that my friend Lori sent me one, knowing I'd love it.
Seeing them in the wild is just the bomb. Even though I would never, ever want to fall into one. That could actually kill you. They are sharp as knives. Even my little baby here at home has nailed me a bunch of times. I still love her.
The light plays on them making endless kaleidescope shapes and patterns.
It was so cool to get closer and closer, and have this looming rock take shape right before us.
With an ocotillo and Opuntia tonsure. The sky couldn't have been any bluer this morning.
Looking down, some nameless pompom plantie. I wanted to take it home, but I knew it would hate Ohio.
We were going up into one of those saddles between the hoodoos, we were.