Horace Sykes visits to the southwest are mostly inscrutable to me. Aside for one trip thru the national parks of Utah, Arizona, New Mexico and California with the family when I was thirteen I am not familiar with it. The trip and the magazine Arizona Highways, to which my dad had a subscription. At least some of Sykes’ southwest looks like it is out of that highly saturated and sunset-prone publication. And so and again we will be most pleased if someone recognized these unidentified Horace Sykes landscapes. Would that Horace had penciled the name places on the carboard of his slides, and yet that would have surely spoiled most of the hide-and-seek of it all.