Parker, Arizona



A small town on the Colorado River. Across the river is Earp, named after Wyatt, and that is about all that Earp has to offer.



The desert is beautiful, if you like deserts. The mountains, the river, the sun and the lizards.



Time has taken the accumulated junk piled up on this one city block and weathered it with sun and summer monsoons.



I find nothing so beautiful as the soft colors that result from decades of the bleaching and the sandblasting that are a part of time in the desert.



I found this junk yard by concerted effort of accidental wandering among those paths that others generally avoid; I have returned to it year after year, enamored by the colors and textures.



I hope you may enjoy them as I do.



- A. Subset





P.S. Sadly, a few weeks ago, all of the junk was scraped up and hauled off, perhaps to China? and so this photographic garden no longer exists for my eyes to wander and lens to play.