I love saguaro cactus, the State Tree of Arizona....tall stately sentinels of the desert.
I've taken pictures of lots of them, but today I found one that was tall but different - not so stately - the bad boy of the family.
What's with this guy anyway. Did his arms get tired of standing up for so long - after all, the poor old guy was 100 years old before he grew one of those arms. Maybe he was standing on his head when his arms sprouted and they think they're in the right position. Who knows.
Sooner or later he'll end up the way all his upright brothers and sisters - a dry skeleton in the desert, after a long life as the symbol of the southwest desert.