A few weeks ago, I was in Tucson, Arizona. Now, I could write here about the javelinas I was searching for and finally found lying under some scrub bushes at the Desert Museum. Or the great food. Or the warm sun.
But instead, I'm writing about the joy of finding and photographing a lot filled with Airstream trailors of all sorts and ages. I'd been wanting to do that for a long time.
And about the adventure of stopping by a Steampunk Convention that was taking place while I was there, the goggles I bought and the photos I took. Here are two: