I have continued to look through old photos and found another old favorite from last year. This was from another exploring trip downtown. Last year I would hop in my car to escape school and drive to the center of Indy. I got a lot of great shots and became much more comfortable with the city. It was a great time and a lot of fun. And it got some great shots for me.
Today has been a little hectic to say the least. We have a print assignment for photography that requires us to print 1-3 photos inspired by Vivian Maier, Sally Mann, or Diane Arbus, none of which did I find that inspiring. Printing the photos adds a whole new challenge and a short time frame does not help. On top of this I spent two hours today helping Hannah with her camera which decided to stop working. So tonight I was in a rush to get photos. I walked all over downtown and came across this. This open Chinese restaurant devoid of life except the two employees, like the rest of the town tonight. Tomorrow will be interesting when I turn my work in.
I really love cities. I have loved them for a very long time. I remember how amazing it was to go downtown when I was little. I never got to go very often and when I did, I was fascinated with everything. I loved the buildings, the lights, the people. They still fascinate me today. I love walking this cities streets. I love the contradictions, dangers, stories and life of this city. How quickly it changes. One minute there are crowds, the next it is deserted. It changes as quickly as the setting sun.
How often do you walk down a city street and pass by people like the ones above and never give them a second thought. How often do we pass by and never even see them, wrapped up in our own comfortable world. How often do you see them, but you just glance and try not to make eye contact. How often do you stop to give a dollar, because you feel a little guilty, but you keep the words to a minimum and you walk away quickly, uncomfortable with them. Do you ever stop and talk to them. Because they have names and stories and experiences. One is a musician and the other a graphic designer, artist and writer. One tunes his guitar and complains about the cold, not because he is cold but because it makes tuning difficult. The other reads his newspaper, folding and unfolding it, and he smokes. But you can see in his face the ideas and the creativity that are working. They talk to us and share their stories. One tells us about a short story he’s working on set in the future where people rely on electricity to live and they have to plug in and recharge. We move on and we will probably never see them again, but I know I will remember them. And there are countless more like them. We talk to a woman who has a cat with her, trying to get money to feed herself and the two cats she has saved. We talk to a man happier than most of the well dressed and well fed people around him who gladly poses for pictures with the biggest grin I have seen in a while. We talk to another man who has been sitting in the cold and rain, wrapped up in a coat, all day. By this time we have given away our cash and we apologize. He says, “Don’t worry about it. I try to earn it by giving directions and helping people find things. I’ve been here two years so I know the city really well.” These people are real and they are all around us. It’s good to stop and talk with them and hear their stories, because everyone has a story to tell and this is reality.
Las Vegas was great. I had a wonderful time and was able to spend time with some amazing friends. I must say that it was refreshing to get back in the country and have the ‘nothingness’ surrounding me. Tonights sunset was absolutely beautiful! I enjoyed nothing more than sitting outside watching the sun bashfully hide beneath the earth.
Through the eyes of a local. Las Vegas is a large ‘touristy’ city. Cab drivers are everywhere. Running back and forth. Here to there. Hotel to nightclub. Variety of people from all walks. Making their living off the kindness of sometimes highly intoxicated people.
To all you cab drivers, thank you. Thank you for showing us the city from your point of view. Thank you for keeping us safe in a busy, fast paced city.
Shot from the backseat of a yellow cab.
Blackjack, also known a 21, is the most widely played casino game in the world. This game began between 1601 & 1602.
I don’t gamble as I don’t do well in high stress situations. I was happy to just stand behind the guys and watch, and ‘people watch as well 🙂
Andy the pit boss was kind enough to allow me to take this photo as cameras and phones are NOT allowed to be used while at the tables.
I’ve always found the architecture amazing in Vegas. I mean at least they are putting lost money to good cause.
The buildings that stand incredibly tall with amazing detail. Not to mention all that go into the casinos as well as outside or around them. Just absolutely stunning.
In 1962 a man named Jay took the $35 million that was loaned to him and began to construct what was then 14 stories and 680 rooms and called it Caesars Palace. He chose the name because he thought it would evoke thoughts of royalty because of Roman general Julius Caesar. In 1969 he sold the hotel for $60 million. There are now 3,960 rooms within 6 towers & 166,000 sq feet of gaming space.
Shot outside Caesars Palace and we are still unsure if it’s pager friendly….
Independence Day, a holiday commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, declaring independence from Great Britain (now part of the UK).
I shot this photo from the 19th floor of the Vdara Hotel in Las Vegas standing alongside Nikki who is from the UK. 🙂 We had a great night!! After fireworks at the hotel, we went to Tryst where we had bottle service and did a little dancin’…some would say clubbin’.
Happy Fourth of July!! Thank you to all those who’ve served, protected, currently serving & families who’ve lost so that we may have what we currently love.
Got into Las Vegas earlier today. Caught a quick dinner with some friends, walked about and gambled for a bit.
As we were walking back to the hotel I saw this less fortunate man pushing a wheelchair walking about the streets alone. His shirt read, “I haven’t won my millions yet!” Rather fitting for where I am. How true and most of us won’t. What we have to remember is ‘our millions’ isn’t always financially. Being rich is having friends and family. People to tell us ‘I love you’. Support from those surrounding us. People to hold us while we cry. Laugh with us. Through all my struggles I still feel and believe I’ve already hit my millions. Thank you to all those who’ve made me rich.