One of the best parts about road tripping through the Southwest is the motels. They have funny kitchy names and incredible signs. This scene was too perfect with the old man working on his vintage Chevy.
For me, I was more in awe of these works of art than any other painting or masterpiece I have seen at a museum or gallery. The patience, pattern building, dyed wool, and every hand woven inch gave me goose bumps. I dream about these blankets.
When I own property to park my trailer and portable front porch on one day, I will fill my yard with ceramic pots like these.