For approximately 2/3rds of my life, I have had the privilege of living in a small thorn forest that skirted city limits. When I felt ousted from the world of people, I could go to the back of land and be surrounded by nopales and mesquite, and if turned my head a certain way, I wouldn’t have to see cars or buildings or anything like that. It was a strange, isolated place, but also a kind of paradise. While I would say that averages out to normal, it’s a context most people don’t have, understandably.
There is currently a Southwestern themed exhibit at the museum that has landscapes and imagery that look similar to the Valley’s natural features. I’m glad I saw it.