Palm Springs is a town of low, flat roofs. It is a white and brown and green and orange town with washed watery sky. There are perfectly square neighborhood blocks where you can get lost on your bike. Palm Springs has entirely too many golf courses. It is a place to have drinks by the pool (try Scotty’s orange cream-sicle or a calimocho). It is a place to have a marshmallow feast late at night around the outdoor fire pit. It is a place to sit in the shade. Palm Springs is fantastically mid-century modern-ed, homosexual-ed, retiree-ed, and old Hollywood. In Palm Springs people eat extremely well. In Palm Springs the mountains have hard-to-pronounce names. There are no streetlights in Palm Springs and you wonder if there is a city ordinance against them so that community members may witness (and wish on) falling stars. In Palm Springs, you can kiss with tongue in public. You can wear a striped dress every day. You can fall asleep on the bathroom floor. In Palm Springs every meal comes with sliced avocado. You can spend hours immersed in water. You will avoid your homework. You can spend the night outside under beach towels on a lounge chair. In Palm Springs you need no permission. You are able to know that life is good.
photos and photo editing by josh targownik