These are just a some old photos I ran across.
This is a ranch just out of Lida Junction (the intersection of hwy 95 and hwy 266) not too far from the old Bob Hope place.
This was originally the site of a mine that never made any money, in fact the main shaft is still visible on the hill across the road, played out, crumbling and condemned.
This is the first real green spot you can see coming up out of the desert with a stand of trees that are probably 100yrs old. The green bushes you see in the foreground are watered by the runoff of a natural spring that provides water for the ranch.
It’s a quiet spot far from the lights and noise of the city with hawks nesting in the big old trees and a few fruit trees that attract song birds.
The fruit and grass also attract an abundance of rabbits and ground squirrels that keep the coyotes, foxes and larger hawks well fed.
As a side note: A friend of mine asked if the coyotes were a danger. As a rule unless they’re sick coyotes run away when people approach. They may yap at you if you climb the hill and get too close to a den but that’s about as threatening as they get.
This is a view of modern day Tonapah, Nv. The hill in the background shows the marks of the mining that’s still the major source of employment for the town.
And this is the way folks moved back in the day – the family wagon. (Sam’s Town)
I was digging through a bunch of pictures when I came across this..
These were/are part of a display in the chapel at the Clark County museum.
At the risk of showing my age, except for the fact that the mannequins aren’t drunk or high this looks just like the weddings I used to photograph.
And yes for the sake of business I actually dressed like that, or worse yet, wore a tie in public.
Just some random notes on my first trip out to the new Wetlands Park Nature Center that’s been under construction for the last few years.
It’s finally open… Kinda..Sorta…. Well, it seems to be finished even if it is 90% empty.
This is the address, but 7050 What?
This is their favorite sign.
Followed by the ever popular “opening spring 2013.”
Here are the two ponds connected by a small waterfall in the center of the building. –Yeppers, nothing makes you feel cool and comfortable like a scum covered puddle.
And here we have a government issue water do-hickie. The leaf shaped bucket fills with water, the arm drops, dumping the water in the base where it is recirculated. -Thoroughly soaking the wooden benches in the process. But who knows? Maybe it was designed that way so you’ll have a cool but soggy spot to sit on a summer afternoon.
Then for the truly adventurous we have a pair of viewing binoculars sitting out in the direct sun. They shouldn’t reach more than 1000° come August.
This one makes sense, so it’s probably not connected. –I’m not cynical. I’m experienced.
Of all the signage this one makes you the most secure about leaving your car in their lot.
From our people are strange department we have this. With dozens of available parking spaces why did someone feel obligated to park right next to the only other car in the lot? –Lonely?
And lastly we have these guys who are doing the necessary but messy job of cleaning the plastic bags and bottles out the ponds. –You can tell it’s a government project. Who else would put a full blown outboard on a boat that’s used exclusively on ponds the average 10 year old could throw rocks across?
It’s that time of year once again, when the flowers bloom and the grass turns green.
And once again I’m forced to do yard work.
Today was brought to you by Benadryl, Excedrin and a cold beer.
Let me tell you a bit about a dude I know in NYC that I’ve never met….
His name is David Everitt-Carlson and I first learned of his existence through his Wild Wild East Dailies Blog.
Over the course of his recent life David’s been a senior advertising exec with a Fortune 500 company, owned an ad agency in S. Korea and tried to make it in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
Then, at the behest of a lady -why else?, he left Vietnam traveling to Germany, then to Mali for a job that didn’t pan out. So it was off to Paris, then back to Germany, back to Paris, back to Vietnam, finally returning to the place of his birth, NYC.
Since his arrival “home” he’s slept at the old Bellevue Psychiatric Hospital -currently a homeless shelter for men- on E 30th street for two months, joined the “Occupy movement,” appeared in the Wall Street Journal, shown his art as part of the “Up Against It” installation in the Munch Gallery in NYC, written a number of articles for print publications and had a song written about him.
He still writes a bit for his A Homeless Blogger in NYC blog, he’s still looking for gainful employment (contact info), but mostly he’s trying to promote his I Think Outside My Box art gig.
And in case you still think he sounds reasonably normal “for an artist” he once hitchhiked the 600+ plus kilometers from Munich to Amsterdam in the dead of winter to see a Todd Rundgren concert.
It’s an interesting life.