A Little Love Affair with the Saguaro: a graphic memoir

You know the Saguaro.

Even if, like me, you only really learned how to pronounce its name properly a few months ago (up until then, you were calling it a sa-goooaaah-ro), you know them. They are an emblem of the West, of isolation and maybe even desolation.

They are prickly and big. But I’ve love them, as a necessary part of my long love…