This one stopped me in my tracks — not because of the light, but the gesture. The outstretched arms felt deliberate, almost like an invocation. And with the moon still lingering above the horizon, it was as if this saguaro had been holding something all night, only to offer it up as the morning came. I framed it simply, letting the space around it breathe. What struck me was its stillness — it didn’t reach, it presented. Quietly, reverently, like it understood its role.