I'm curious about Phoenix. There are so many things that I thought only existed in the movies. And then there's Starbucks.
My photo adventure yesterday took me to Turf Paradise, a horse track at 19th Avenue and Bell Road. I will go back another day when there are races. It's a fascinating dichotomy (or trichotomy if you will.) Lush turf and desert mountains in the background. A 1940's, Humphrey Bogart setting, but in color. And a sense of exclusivity married to the impoverished mindset of the poor-tax called gambling.
Ivy makes everything seem cool. A/C makes everything actually cool.
Where "four" art thou?
Starbucks waiting for AK and TJ. Even chairs look better in the golden hour.