We all (well, most of us) have our own little quirks and idiosyncrasies, here is one of mine. Some time ago I became first fascinated and then fixated on paint drips in the middle of the road. I once tracked one on I-25 from just north of Albuquerque, around Santa Fe and then 20 miles north of that until the drip pulled off the road (I followed) and into a parking lot where it stopped. This was maybe 40 or 50 miles of paint. Was this like Hansel & Gretel, leaving a trail of bread crumbs or Daedalus (or was it Theseus?) trailing a thread behind him through the Minotaur’s labyrinth or was it something less calculated? In any case, being one of those drivers who keeps their eyes on the road all the time, living only in the present, once I had discovered these critters they seemed to be everywhere. Yes, even in Sun City. What started me off on this tirade was finding beautiful example in Fry’s parking lot (picture 1) but over the past while I have photographed several others in our fair town. Think of them as a sort of Rorschach test, about how you view the world you live in. Fascinating, no? Or is it just me? I also wonder how many pictures I can upload at one time. Let's find out!