I just got back from a conference in Las Vegas, where I spent most of my time in classes and workshops. When I did manage to get outside, I was reminded of how much I miss the desert, especially in the spring. The sun is warm, the breeze cool, and the air so light I feel as if I could just take a deep breath and fly away. I wish I'd had more time to explore in the daytime, but was limited to a few snapshots out the window of the car on our way in from the airport.
The famous "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign is a lot smaller in person . . .
Even by day, the casinos offer some interesting images. And it's not all glitz and glamor.
We made it to the strip on our last night and got to see lots of lights, people, odd beer containers, shoes with higher heels than I knew existed, and more spouting water than is, strictly speaking, reasonable in a desert. It was a guilty pleasure - the lights and fountains really are beautiful. The casinos, on the other hand, are awful. Take the Bellagio, for example. It's elegant, sophisticated, and equally full of art, high-end shops, and cigarette smoke. Even if I still smoked, I'd hate it. Which is sad, because - again - it really is lovely. Ah, well - I'm glad I've been there and done that, even if I didn't buy a t-shirt. But I think once was probably enough.
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| The lights are so overwhelming I didn't even realize I'd shot a tattoo parlor . . . |
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| Statue and fountains at Caesars Palace |
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| Paper fans on the Bellagio ceiling. |
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| The famous Bellagio fountains |
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| Reflections from the ceiling at Harrahs |
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