Datura

In the morning. Datura. Before the sun, which causes it to fold up and retreat into it’s own inner thoughts and processes. This weed grows in the most unattractive of locations and rewards those who visit there with such beauty it is hard to reconcile. This one was in a trash heap of road construction rubble south of the town of Winslow, Arizona, during the monsoon season of 2007. I think a rainbow ended here, as well.

Get Your Kicks!

Sitting cockeyed in a motel parking lot on famed Route 66 in Flagstaff, this 50s Buick is a bit forlorn. It appears to have been more loved in recent days evidenced by the now peeling clear coat, but at this point it’s lookin’ kind sad and neglected.