There was something almost choreographed about this scene. Three saguaros standing in close formation, one central, arms outstretched, the others drawn in — as if listening. And above them, the fading moon. It felt like a quiet ritual — not staged, but purposeful. I didn’t want to crowd the frame; I let them stand where they were, already composed by time and terrain. The sky’s gradient was pure calm, and for a moment, the desert felt like it was holding its breath just for them.