5 Cactus Prints I Love

I think I’ve mentioned that as a kid, desert trips were the norm. My dad grew up in a few American oil communities in Arabia and my mom had a phobia of flying, so visiting the desert just made sense. It was beautiful, like home, and close. We traveled to Anza Borrego within San Diego County, through New Mexico, to Death Valley, and anywhere in and around California. I laughed the other day at my dad’s romanticization of Fresno as a scorching (we love hot weather), desert-like oasis. We didn’t make it to the central valley much unless it was … Continue reading 5 Cactus Prints I Love