At the end of February, I flew to Nevada for three days of training at Lake Mead National Recreation Area, then met my wife Kelli in Las Vegas, rented a car, and drove to Death Valley for four days of vacation. Kelli and I spent a couple of hours, the night she arrived, walking "the strip," experiencing the sights and sounds.
Looking back at my photos from that evening, I'm struck by how peaceful most of them look. The majority of them were shot over the heads of the crowds, at the brightly-lit attractions that soar into the night sky. I seem to have had little inclination to document the press of humanity, or the seedy billboards, or the street vendors on every corner trying to press advertisements for GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! into our hands as we walked by. It's impressive, in a way, that I was able to find so much real beauty in such a sordid place.