The desert is a strange beast at times. Days can be miserably hot while nights can be nasty and cold (with lots of wind). Last week I studied Mark's account of the temptation of Jesus in the wilderness. Having lived in the desert for 2 years now I can imagine how unbearable Jesus' wilderness time could have been. I love the picture of God "tearing apart" the heavens in 1:9. He is the one who is tearing that wall down (we would prefer to have that wall still intact).
Sunsets in the desert are beautiful. This is from the street in front of my house. It's a quiet neighborhood.
Joshua Tree in my front yard. They are weird but nice trees. It's illegal to cut them down. It makes me want to sing, "Where the Streets Have No Names." 
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