Adapt or Die

Photo: © Stan Banos

After my recent sojourn to NYC to deal with the continuing saga of my mother's elderly care needs, I decided to decompress for a coupla days in Vegas. I don't gamble, but on my previous stay there, I had realized that I had only scratched the surface photographically. And while that no doubt remains true, I've pretty much exhausted what I can do there on my own.

I've never quite understood the term "American Exceptionalism," but if anything is in constant, in your face abundance in Vegas- it's the exact opposite of whatever that term may mean. And that's good enough for me. That in mind, I proceeded to walk the entirety of The Strip from Fremont St. to The Luxor Casino (approx 7mi) in 100 degree midday heat. Despite that rather impressive take no prisoners approach at near self immolation, I came up with all but one keeper. The casinos, once separate worlds unto themselves, have now metastasized in size into their own separate galaxies with little relation to the surrounding streets, immediate environment, or the people they supposedly serve once they exit their air conditioned emporiums. It's an oddly isolating and disorienting experience- combined with the excruciating heat, it's rather difficult even contemplating photography.

The next day, I took a decidedly different approach, from casually drinking cappuccinos in air conditioned cafes to Margaritas in air conditioned bar/restaurants- and achieved the exact same results... one more keeper. There's definitely more to be photographed in Las Vegas than I've let on, whether it be street shots in cooler temps or landscapes with the luxury of someone driving you about to scan for possibilities. I just don't think I'll be chancing the opportunity again anytime soon...

PS- The Bungalow Cafe in The Arts District in Las Vegas serves caps the equivalent of liquid gold!

 

Photo: © Stan Banos