Even in the buff-colored, high desert of Nevada, neighborhood trees and shrubs are sporting their autumn finery.
“The golden age is before us, not behind us.” William Shakespeare A sidewalk snakes its way through a field near a residential area in Sparks, Nevada.
I grew up in a part of the United States that’s very different from the high desert of Nevada. As a result, it’s been a joy to get to know the flora and the fauna unique to the rugged American West. From geckos, coyotes, and snakes, to sagebrush, tumbleweed and saffron-colored rabbit brush, I’ve emitted manyContinue reading “The “Laughing” Wild Horse in Nevada”