It’s almost time to pickup the camera again, and see what is out there, just waiting to be discovered. Take the almost mythical horned toad, painted on a tire shop, waiting to be bathed in black & white. Then along Motel Row, where the 1970s finished off the booming business as newer highways came in. A spring carnival window,with a favorite rock’n roll saying of mine and my favorite person, finally winding up with a perfect bloom, a promise of summer, which by the way, is my favorite season. Here’s to looking a little more closely at the world, and finding art wherever you can find it….