A hot day in the Mojave desert - these 3 little fellas sought refuge from the sun in the shade of a transformer. Temperatures out here hang around 110 - 115 most summer days. This is a large, dried up mineral lake bed, at Trona, seems to go on forever, you can just make out the power poles, standing like tortured souls in the squelching heat.

“Alone in the silence, I understand for a moment the dread which many feel in the presence of primeval desert, the unconscious fear which compels them to tame, alter or destroy what they cannot understand, to reduce the wild and prehuman to human dimensions. Anything rather than confront directly the antehuman, that other world which frightens not through danger or hostility but in something far worse—its implacable indifference.” - Edward Abby, Desert Solitaire