Then we drove in to Prescott for a great meal at the Olive Garden. Enroute to and from the restaurant, SWMBO took some photos through the windshield. Those contrails in a couple of the photos are actually streaks made by my windshield wipers.
But recently, when I went by, I noticed that an accident had occurred. The baby giraffe had toppled to the ground, perhaps blown over by the wind, perhaps just worn out and taking a nap. But it was an unnerving sight, which I share with you now.
Stiff-legged, mouth agape. It doesn't look good. But I am convinced that when I go by again, baby will be restored to life.
It's always kind of interesting in these old western towns when the newer facing is ripped off to see what is revealed underneath. In this case, apparently an old photo shop, probably long forgotten, until now.