So try to picture these – Acres of purple verbena mixed with white desert primrose stretched out along the base of Coyote Mountain. A desert iguana basking atop a volcanic boulder. More acres of desert dandelions painting the desert floor yellow beneath a landscape of blooming ocotillo and Joshua trees. A crumbling 1950s motel with remnants of Pepto pink bathroom tile glowing in the desert light. The absolute and totally dreamlike shimmering vision of the Salton Sea and its surrounding communities. The incongruity of Salvation Mountain, an apparition of both color and bizarro rising from an already bizarre landscape. A circle of delicate yellow blossoms crowning every barrel cactus in sight. A perfectly posed desert bighorn on a rock ridge, exactly impersonating the Northern Pacific mountain goat. The indescribably perfect plumage across the breast of a California quail. The screaming neon pink of blooming hedgehog cactus. A sleek little black BMW with New York plates buried up to its hubcaps in sand two miles in on a 4-wheel-drive-only road (yes, the accompanying humans were also noteworthy). The wide, locked gate to Crazy Fish Ranch festooned with a banner which read, We Support Our Troops, and a large red-white-and-blue decorated plastic hand flipping off I couldn’t figure out exactly what or whom. Me, probably. More than a thousand Guernsey cows standing shoulder-to-shoulder in a huge (and hugely disturbing) feedlot that extended over a mile in each direction in the center of the industrial agricultural complex known as the Imperial Valley. Without a piece of shade anywhere. Think July. Think Costco beef. The massive Riccardo Brecceda welded-steel sculptures of Pleistocene fauna