For years I’ve run the path that follows the dry Santa Cruz riverbed each time I visit Tucson. But this is the first time I’ve brought my camera along. (Any runner knows how carrying something throws your game off slightly.) It was worth it because now I can enjoy and share some of the lovely sights that have buoyed me along on my solitary jogs. Here’s one vista, a pleasant one for me because it shows “the way back” after I’ve turned around at the halfway mark. Palo verdes, cactus and lots of dry dirt. But all of the critters (jackrabbits, roadrunners, quail, lizards, prairie dogs, coyotes) have gone into hiding because they’ve heard a runner approaching. Camera-shy.