Can't say my body is tolerating the heat here in Tucson. Up the road, Phoenix is even hotter. And I haven't had the normal (for me) time to acclimate to warmer weather that I have in Dallas. This trip has put me through some radical changes in climate in a short period. I've been picked up out of the frying pan and thrown into the gaping maw of Hades. (Oh, my God! It's global warming!!!)

I kid, of course. A bit. About the global warming thing.

Unfortunately, for me and my portfolio. I think I've had just about all I can take of the triple-digit temps. I used to tolerate it so much better. The vagaries of getting older, I guess. I may run on up to Phoenix, find a hotel room, and sleep until the crack of 4am. That's the part that's just as difficult as tolerating the high temperatures. Getting to bed early so I can get OUT of bed early. Damn you Poor Richard! And your Almanac, too!

I have no idea what I should or would want to photograph in Phoenix. You may be getting this by now but for clarity's sake — doing what I do on the spur of the moment is, for me, amazingly uncomfortable. Why? Wish I knew. But it is.

I'm doing it anyway, though. If you hear me complain, it's only because it's scary.

Double rainbow at Willcox, AZ twenty minutes before sunset. Look closely. See that pot of gold?

Okay, I'm off to do some research so I don't turn up empty-handed tomorrow.