***warning*** This entry is for adults. I doubt any children follow my blog anyway, and there is no nudity, but it does deal with the things I actually see while I am here, and some of the content is mature in nature.
I am currently "on location" in Las Vegas (on location is a fancy photographer term meaning I am actually here, as opposed to a sound stage in Hollywood). I am actually here on a business conference, but I have a fair amount of down time also, so I have lots of opportunities to shoot photographs.
My fist day was very interesting. I got up at 5:30am so I could catch my 8:30am flight. I always arrive several hours early when flying in case I have any security problems. I never do have any security problems, so I always end up with a LOT of time to sit...and....wait. While waiting I was fortunate enough to see the sun rise. The light from the rising sun shone through the waiting room and made some very interesting silhouettes on the frosted glass where I was sitting.
Before I boarded the plane I met an interesting older man who was returning home to Montana (or Wyoming, I can't remember for sure). He had been in Kansas City taking a class to learn how to make artistic engravings on firearms and jewelry. He has actually had the opportunity to meet Tom Selleck and Sam Elliott through his contacts in the firearms industry.
On the plane from Kansas City to Salt Lake City (the longest leg of my journey) I sat next to a woman named Margi (with a hard G). She was in her mid-fifties and we had a very interesting conversation on a variety of topics including the smoking ban on the ballot in Kansas City this next week, scooters/motorcycles (we both ride), and how to teach our children to become independent thinkers. The most interesting part for me was Margi's destination and why she was going there. Margi was on her way to Hawaii on vacation. Many years ago, Margi's sister was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer. Before she died, she wanted to make a return visit to Hawaii. She finally did this, but it was very late in her illness and she ended up dying while she was there. At the time, Margi was unable to go to Hawaii and retrieve her sister, so she had to leave this to others, and she was quite upset about it. Now, many years later, Margi is headed to the spot where her sister died to honor her sister's memory.
On the plane between Salt Lake City and Las Vegas, I sat next to a gentleman who worked for SUNY (the State University of New York). His job is to manage the card readers that control all the doors, electronic equipment, and even washing machines on campus. Ok, no big deal, right? Well, there are hundreds (thousands?) of these readers and there are 15,000 people with cards spread out over five campuses. Sounds like a pretty big job to me. This is one of those jobs no one ever thinks about, but are vital to the way our world works today.
Once in Las Vegas, I checked in as fast as I could, grabbed my camera, and headed out to walk the strip. It was still early afternoon, so there were not very many lights on, but I wanted to get some photographs while everything was still fresh and new to me. I walked the entire length of the strip and had to take the bus back. I grabbed some of the traditional tourist shots first.
To me these represent the sanitized verison of Las Vegas you see on the promotional literature. I like them, but they only tell part of the story.
Within 30 minutes of walking on the strip my senses were completely overloaded and I had difficulty focusing on any thing in detail. Everything is so big and bright and loud that your attention is always being pulled in a new direction. It is so difficult to take everything in that my mind just started blocking out large chunks.
There is also a very big culture for someone coming from the midwest. The Las Vegas "anything goes" attitude is pervasive and dominates everything. In Kansas City you have an occasional billboard advertising for a strip club. In Las Vegas you have video displays the size of buildings with full motion video, billboards on trucks that drive up and down the strip non-stop, and people pushing business cards and flyers at you every 20 feet offering to deliver girls to your room.
Another thing that was very unusual to me was watching people walk around on the street with beer and mixed drinks. There in no public drinking allowed in Kansas City, so I found this surprising.
Of course, there were street performers everywhere and the only place I have not seen a slot machine (yet) is in the bathroom. At about 8pm I returned to my room completely exhausted. I closed the curtains, processed the photos from the day, and crashed hard.
Tomorrow I am going to try to get more night shots of the strip.
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