Although my daughter offered the use of her car while she was at work, Old Town Pasadena, with its shops, restaurants, and other delights, was only about a mile and a half away, so I packed my camera, telephoto lens, Kindle, notebook, etc. and headed out into the California sunshine. On the way, I passed a parking garage with this perfect sign atop the entrance. Or rather, I passed after stopping for a quick oddball photo. How could I not? It was a sign!
