"We all grow up in the shade of something. Like a tree, our parents, or the past."
He points to magnificent mesquite tree near the arroyo.
"Look at that. Innocent, giving shade to the desert. But look at that, gnarled, bent by hot wind, drought years and then flash floods. It's home has twisted and scarred in a way I don't think was planned. But still some how it's innocent, it's content to be what it is."
