The palm tree—ubiquitous across Phoenix, you’d be mistaken for believing it’s a native species.

I’m hooked on them. 143 photos in my archive and counting that feature a palm tree of sorts. 

Something that tall, with so little girth shouldn’t be able to stay upright. Rarely a wobble, even in the most brutal of haboobs. 

And with their head of palm fronds, they offer no shade or comfort during the worst of the summer days. They enjoy those days, I’m sure. 

So then why do I have an archive of hundreds of photos of these long-limbed trees? 

It’s all about the vibes. 

Taken on 4 October, 2025 in Phoenix, Arizona.

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🪟 Probably Nothing is an every-so-often photo log where each issue features one small moment that was… well, probably nothing. Think morning light on a coffee maker, or the way a cloud decides to be dramatic on an otherwise unremarkable day.