Another Halloween is upon us this year
We’ve trekked and trod for so long
Searching for something to fear
Listening to the children’s song
It’s in the shadows
Awaiting it’s prey
Lonely henchman’s gallows
Not but at night, easy to brush away
Fear and fright
Candy and costumes
Children out tonight
Fun for all, one presumes
‘Tis but another year gone by
Another nail in the proverbial coffin
Next year we’ll really try
Hoping for success more often
I hadn’t been to Laughlin, NV in 15 years until this past weekend. Not much has changed, except the little casino town seems dirtier, dingier, and down right worn out. Maybe it’s just me, or, maybe Laughlin is indeed worn out. Not many people were in town and what I discovered as I walked across the casino floor was that I was likely the only person on the floor under the age of 65. The whole weekend was business except for a few fleeting moments spent standing in line at Terrible Herbst’s waiting for a woman who couldn’t decide what kind of cigarettes she wanted to buy. There were seven of us waiting impatiently in line behind her. I commented that it really didn’t matter which brand she chose since they were all going to kill her anyway. Imagine my surprise that I was the only person in line not buying cigarettes. This led to my observation back at the hotel that smokers give those one-armed bandits a much heartier workout. It was rather interesting to notice. Non-smokers very casually put their coins in and pulled on the handle. Smokers, on the other hand, fed the machine as fast as they could so they could take a drag from the ole cancer stick as they yanked on the handle. Fascinating. And enough time on the casino floor for me. If it weren’t for the fact that my hotel room was in the south tower and the conference center in the north tower I wouldn’t have had the chance to make this observation as I would have avoided the casino floor like the plague. Nothing to attract me there. Smoke, noise, unfriendly people. Nope, not my kind of place. A gentle stroll along the river as the sun set was just what the doctor ordered. Anyway, still far busier on non-photography stuff than I’d like to be, but gotta pay the bills somehow.
Seattle had some of the most beautiful weather when we arrived. Slightly cloudy yet sunny and comfortable. From Pier 69 the city skyline was magnificent. Bright, colorful, and inviting. Add to that the fact that people actually walk or bicycle to get from one place to another and that’s an invitation to stay. Unfortunately, it was but a brief moment for a quick bite to eat at theBell St. Deli. Probably the best French Dip sandwich I’ve ever eaten. Needless to say, we made time for a return visit on our way back home. This time around it was probably the best Club sandwich I’ve ever eaten. Not at all what I was expecting for a deli/convenience mart.
Our first meal at the Bell St. Deli was on our way to Victoria on a Saturday when the cruise ships were boarding. This provided for some entertainment while enjoying our sandwiches as we watched people walk one direction then for no apparent reason turn around and go back the way they came. Gave us something to do while waiting our boarding time on the Victoria Clipper to get across the water to Victoria.
As promised here’s a glimpse into Victoria. It was such a beautiful city I lack words to describe it. It’s been nearly a month since I returned and still can’t get over how pedestrian friendly the city was; something I treasure yet have no hope of encountering here in autoburbia.
The British Columbian Parliament building is an amazing structure and I was quite simply shocked at the open access granted to the public. Whilst my travels were not of the photography kind I managed a few shots that I will continue to share over time; not taken with a photographers eye, rather a vacationers (even though work is what took me there).
Yep, I’ve skipped right over the few photographs I took in Victoria and brought you right back to the states. Well, that’s about how short the trip seemed to me. Returning to Seattle via the Clipper fairy on an overcast day (is there any other kind in the Pacific Northwest?).
But don’t worry, the force was with me, or so said Darth Vader when I last saw him in Victoria.
I want to leave you with a few things to read and ponder. An excellent article about the Joy of Photographing People by Jeff Wignall via Black Star Rising. Fountain pen over on sideblog. The origins of good ideas via WSJ. Lastly, I leave you with a simple but powerful image: Tree of the Doomed. Until next time, may the force be with you.