Paris Las Vegas, Las Vegas, NV
Sin City is aptly named. Although it’s lost alot of its glamour and splendour over the years, it still remains very much a place where time stops and reality ends. A myriad of gaming and entertainment opportunities await, limited only by the amount of money you currently possess.
beneath all the glitz and glamour lie simple mathematics : The house always wins. Forget that, and you will soon find yourself on the wrong side of the vegas experience.
There is nothing ordinary about the strip. likewise, nobody pretends to be normal. if ever a city could be described as being “superlative”, Las Vegas would be it. There is an amount of decadence on display that nobody could possibly fathom. Who else on earth would beam a light beam into the night sky for the heck of it?
Nevada owes itself to gaming, being a state with precious little else to leverage upon. No more so is this visible than in the middle of Las Vegas, surrounded only by the mojave desert, with almost nothing of note in sight nearby.
The whole surrealism of vegas, is summed up pretty nicely in their wedding chapels.
Las Vegas exudes a sense of surrealism unlike any other. Step into a casino, and time will feel like it's stopped. for the right price, anything can be done. nothing is too stupid, too impractical, or too hard to accomplish for the right price.
Go there poor, however, and the aridness of desert life pop up devastatingly quickly. The cool breezes at caesars give way to the unforgiving howls of suburban vegas. there is scarcely anything noteworthy to eat or relax in. i havent even seen how groceries make their way here, yet it has no problem supporting all that happens in the city. Its like a bathtub of entertainment that is painstakingly maintained : all the junk must go somewhere, and out the back door it goes. it’s a really disconcerting thing to see, and it is so far removed from the usual sights and sounds you’re so used to at the strip.
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South Rim View, Grand Canyon, Arizona
There was a short but ultimately forgettable pass over the Hoover dam, which was a pity. Apparently after 911 they started building a Hoover bypass so nobody could go and bomb the damned thing anymore. which is pretty smart.
The real prize, after close to 5 hours of bus-ing, was the grand canyon. Boy was I flabbergasted. It wasnt the best day for photos but i tried my best. Also, i wanted to present the grand canyon in a way that wasnt postcard/wikipedia reference –ish. i’m just gonna show you one here, it gets repetitive after awhile anyway. and yes, i was at the outcrop in the picture above. AWESOME :D
Me, Grand Canyon, Arizona
The winds here are equally unrelenting. However, if you believe in all those indian spirit thingies, you do feel, in a moment of solitude, that the wind speaks to you. walk past a brush and hear the wind howl through it, as though discriminating your presence. Listen to the pine woods, as they howl and whistle, as though dispensing advice. Everything here feels alive, it feels spiritual, it feel so much more than simply awe insipiring photography.
South Rim Trail, Grand Canyon, Arizona. Lovely, I know
Nature has a way of connecting us to life in a very unique way. and in the Grand Canyon, this interconnectedness was in full force to anyone who was willing to stop and smell the….. okay, there arent any flowers. lol. Again, pardon the superlatives. it’s hard keeping a straight mind at the end of the day.
Deadfall, Grand Canyon, Arizona
I’m signing off this post by saying that im moving to san francisco tomorrow. a whole new type of place awaits. It should be awesome, I can’t wait! If I have time tomorrow before the flight, I might rewrite some commentary or post up some additional comments. or i might just go whore around on facebook.
cheers all!
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