I wanted to visit the Gran Canyon. A photographic investigator's life is lived constantly on the edge, so it can end abruptly at any moment. The way I see it, this cannot be avoided so it would be wiser to spend one's energy in visiting as often as possible places that can serve as an excellent scenery for the gran finale -whenever that comes. Gran Canyon was my next stop. I stayed in the Nevada Inn. A special place because it's orientation was such that everything and everybody was bathed in shades of Gran Canyon orange, the colour of Nevada -as I was told by the two girls that I ended up investigating. Old habits die hard.
