I just returned from a week long business(?) trip to Sin City. I brought my heavy duty camera and didn't take it out once. I wish I could chalk it up to being forgetful, but it was more a realization that the city itself was just too sad. I mean, on the surface it was bright and glittery and filled with temptations for the mind, body and soul. But if I stopped and looked long enough the fissures appeared and the sadness crept in. Why pause to capture that especially when the sadness was so familiar?
I know escapism. Well. It was interesting to see a city dedicated to just that and providing a thousand and one ways to dive in and forget. So rather than pick up my camera I dove in, albeit briefly. The water was as fine as you would imagine. But after a while I wanted to come up for air, which I did after about two days (the right amount of time for Vegas).
The trip wasn't at all bad. My job treated us well, there were some interesting workshops and the food was tasty. But I would love to go back and step outside of the strip and see the beauty that surrounds the city. I stayed on the 25th floor of the Rio and I could see the glorious dessert just beyond the florescent lights. That's the Vegas I want to explore, and capture. That's the Vegas that gives you peace in exchange for chaos, and beauty for ashes.
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