It is always a pleasure to find unlikely combinations of color, texture and material in the same space.  It lends a great deal of visual interest to the photograph, and the stark lighting of New Mexico didn’t hurt either.  While the motel looked slightly less than habitable, it was a treasure-trove of mini still lifes just waiting to be discovered and examined more closely.  I probably could have spent another couple of hours or so fiddling around with my camera, but for oppressive heat and numerous “No Trespassing” signs posted.  We did try to get permission to photograph, but couldn’t find anyone to actually ask.

So I felt kind of shifty photographing anyhow.  If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m sort of a play-by-the-rules sort of gal.  I couldn’t see the harm in photographing though, as I had no ill intent behind my actions.  I really just wanted to explore the space, so in the end, I convinced myself that my intent was pure and therefore, perfectly justifiable.  Like I’ve said numerous times before, I’m such a dork.