I am thinking about deserts, harshness, and fading. I had the privilege of being in the desert after a torrential spring rain. The desert responded to the rain with spectacular flowers. Some of the blossoms lasted only one day, or one night. It has been a few years since I took these photos, but once you have seen the desert bloom it makes an impact.
Beauty is fleeting.
The grass withers, the flower fades.
Here are a few photos: some are of flowers, a couple are broader landscapes.
The desert holds harsh and stunning beauty.