A few weeks ago I was in Yakima, Washington with friend and fellow photographer Daniel Galan. Right at sunset I lead the charge to ditch the wives and kids to shoot a few images before settling down to a margarita and a little of the local Mexican cuisine. After being cooped up in a hotel room with the kids all day he gladly obliged. So what to shoot? Yakima isn’t exactly booming with crazy scenery. Or is it?

Earlier that morning I spotted this area of town that had what seemed to be tens of thousands of fruit boxes lining the street corridors down by the proverbially train tracks. This place offered up a photographer’s composition paradise. There were patterns, textures, shapes, and even some “local color”. One kid kept begging me to take his picture, so I finally asked him to ride through the frame. Without any further direction he slowed down enough for my dwindling shutter speed and rode exactly where I would have suggested. A few clicks of the shutter and bingo, my artist statement about Yakima, Washington in one frame. Daniel and I could have spent days there, I think we pushed it for about an hour before the wives started texting. I know I will return. Maybe when those boxes are full of fruit to add even more color?