I found my way to Prescott, Az. after taking some photos of western Arizona's Route 66. After Seligman I was too enthused about the different type of scenery I was seeing to just go home, so I went south through the Verde Valley(?) to Prescott. I liked the name. I did nothing for the next two days except drive around Prescott with nothing to do in particular except eat and NOT take pictures. I figured it was far away from my usual area of interest (Mojave Desert) and not related, a great place to relax. It was a great place to kick back and relax, but within a week after returning home I found that Prescott and Fort Whipple had played a very important part in the history of the Mojave Desert. Regrets aside, I did have the need to take at least a few photos, so on the morning of the third day, before heading home, I took a little sunrise walk into the Prescott National Forest. These are some of the first shots I ever took with nothing in mind other than taking pretty pictures. They were all taken with my olde-fashioned~ nikon 990 on all automatic--point and shoot. Thanks for looking.