Phoenix for me was a melancholy room at the historic Hotel San Carlos where I camped out with a cold. Well, that is what was going on with me when I wasn’t at the WTS Chapter Leadership training, which was being held in a different hotel about a half mile away. That’s right, I got to commute via foot through the desolate, dusty streets of “downtown” Phoenix for two mornings.
The first night in town I wandered fruitlessy through those empty streets in search of dinner and perhaps a beer. While I didn’t really find anywhere good to eat I did see some Phoenix sights. This is supposed to be an artistic interpretation of a desert flower on the ASU campus:
I also got to see the famous “Westward Ho” building. An old hotel-turned senior housing or something.
This little guy was a treat to come across – seriously. How often do you get to see a gecko on the sidewalk??
Of course, I took the light rail a bit. This is Phoenix’s relatively new light rail line:
On my last afternoon there I walked about a mile and a half from “downtown” and visited the Phoenix Art Museum. This was my first solo visit to an art museum (or museum of any kind). It’s different when it’s just you; it’s just your own thoughts and contemplation. I was ok with that. Here are some photos from my art museum experience.
There was a place on one floor with tall windows and big, black, leather chairs. I sat for some time in those chairs observing the sunny Phoenix afternoon through the glass.
I think this was saved from an old hotel sign (the hotel was destroyed in some tragic catastrophe of some kind).
This is just a frog I really liked.
Me
Parting shot:
That was Phoenix for me.
