One of the great shames and failures of my life is never having taken a great portrait of a saguaro cactus (despite having lived in Tuscon for a year). One of the ultimate icons of the Wild West, saguaros (an Indian, not Spanish name btw) are just so damn cool- stoic and foreboding, yet "cuddly" all the same (and they have to be at least 75 yrs old to grow an arm). Taking a memorable photo that did at least one of 'em justice was something I swore to do and never, ever achieved. Still ticks me off just thinking about it.Fortunately, Mark Klett did a whole series of 'em...
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