Sometimes the best plan is letting go of the one you had. I hadn’t intended to make this image — my camera was still packed away when I first noticed the clouds rising with quiet confidence behind the hill. But the moment called. The hillside was alive with saguaros, each reaching skyward like a voice in harmony. Their rhythms vary, but together they form a chorus — not of sound, but of presence. This image is a celebration of the desert’s living monuments, standing in quiet unity beneath a sculpted sky.