Goodbye Arizona. Goodbye Saguaros, you are beautiful and with those arms it seems that you are all greeting us as we leave Arizona for the 8-hour journey that separates Martina and me from Los Angeles.

Goodbye Tucson, which I learned is pronounced Tùson and not Tuxon, as Queen Elizabeth would say.
Tucson, I’ve left without even a crystal pendant as a memory of this trip. Honestly, the stones, gems, whatever, I could take them or leave them, I gladly prefer ceramic or anything else. As a souvenir, I have in my pocket 8 Kodak Portra 400 film rolls to develop. Let’s hope these photos turn out better than Dale’s friend’s night lightnings.