I couldn't stop taking photos of palm trees when we were in San Diego. Maybe because at home in Seattle I knew the temperatures had dipped and snow was on its way. Maybe because winter has seemed so so long this year. Maybe it's just because palms are fantastically enticing, like a firework that shoots straight up and lets loose with an explosion of spiky green fronds.
I just know that, to me, palm trees are exotic and mean vacation. As much as you can vacation while staying in an old folks home with two kids and a bottle of red wine hidden in your dresser. Yeah. But there was a pool!