Baby Palm / Las Vegas, Nevada

I don't claim to have inherited my mother's green thumb, but I love plants. Especially desert plants and succulents. They do so much with so much less. There is something magical about Las Vegas. For some reason everytime you find yourself wandering on the strip, you can't remember why you forgot that you had promised yourself never to return the LAST TIME you were there. For all intents and purposes, it was a photo trip with Käfer so it was worth it. I notice that same magic everytime I eat at Mickey D's and then as I'm staring at a double cheesburger wrapper, I remember the last time I said, I'd never eat here again...magic.