Fremont's mahonia (Mahonia fremontii) is the Plant of the Day. This species of barberry has many ethnobotanical uses: roots are made into a ceremonial drug, the flowers and berries can be made into dyes, and the wood is used in tools. Those pointy evergreen leaves don't have any such uses, but help the plant conserve water in the desert. The waxy coating protects against the dry desert heat while the spines ensure the leaves aren't eaten. #plantotd#desertplants#ethnobotany#barberry#pokey#mahonia
Ayyyyye maan so ya boy was rolling round the desert and I ran up (actually drove up, but I think ran up sounds cooler) on this big horn sheep. I was so excited I hopped out the truck and got this blurry picture because I was so hyped. Anywho I thought it was cool and shows just how extreme being a global extreme adventure wildlife photographer can be .
The Alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus. But this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears. “Why do you weep?” the Goddesses asked. “I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied. “Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.” “But….. was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked. “Who better than you to know that?” the Goddesses said in wonder, “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!” The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said: “I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.” “What a lovely story,” the Alchemist thought. - Paulo Coelho “The Alchemist”