My neighborhood can be really beautiful. I complain about living in the middle of no where but when I see the hot air balloons soaring over fields of cotton I think to myself, "Man, that's so stunning. I wish I lived closer to a Target."
This morning on the way to the Desert Museum, we saw the balloons as they were landing. It was pretty cool. Almost as cool as the prairie dogs at the Desert Museum. I love those little critters.
And trying to get Booker and Ike to look up at the same time is an impossible task.