UNR protest against the budget cuts

I recently went to the UNR protest against the proposed budget cuts to higher education in Carson City. These are some of the photos I brought back.

Las Vegas, a portrait

So. I want to assemble a picture of Las Vegas that doesn't portray it as the media accepted glittery perfect city. I want to portray it as the old woman with a thousand facelifts and heaped on gaudy jewelry. This is not a bad thing, mind you. Just the truth.

Selling art (For real this time)

So I'm making the first art sale of my life tomorrow. I'm really quite happy.

Victorville

I know I promised I'd have these up earlier, but was anyone really waiting eagerly at their computers? If you were, I'll buy you ice cream. Now onto the photos.

Steven and I drove a few dozen miles out of our way as we headed home this weekend. When we arrived, the sun was hanging low in the sky. It seemed to hold there just long enough for me to find and save these. An entire suburban neighborhood, abandoned. The world has never felt as surreal as it did here. If I were alone I imagine that I'd have gotten lost in thought and forgotten to take photos. Luckily, Steven snapped away and brought me out of it.

The pavement, cracked and crumbling, winds its way through what seems like hundreds of homes. Trees overgrown, now dead, lay on top of some of the buildings. Gently resting on the smashed walls and caved roofs. Dust lifts up behind my footsteps as I walk where green grass once grew. Hundreds of homes, hundreds of lives. This is what it must feel like to be the last man alive.

Teaser for Tomorrow

That's right. This is a teaser blog for tomorrow's entry. I went to California this weekend. And at the end, during our drive home, we stopped at an abandoned suburban neighborhood in Victorville California. An entire neaghborgood abandoned, vacant, ruined. Remnants.

My New Haircut

Not a reference to the terrible/funny youtube video.


Photo courtesy of Steven

Brown Junior High

It's a time that was filled with a bit of drama. Quite a bit ofit. But in the end, I still look back on it with fond memories. These photos will really only mean something to anyone who went there. But still, I offer them.

Nevada Southern Railway

A loose assemblage of freight cars, equipment on rails, and passenger cars await anyone with enough will to see them in Boulder City. Some are in decaying condition, while others are pristine. Below is what I could capture.

Look What We Still Have

Yes. I did that. That thing all artists do and never do right. I went the childhood dreams route. This is sort of the end result(?) of an idea I had in sophomore year of college. The basic premise was of what we wanted to do versus what we became. I had chest shots of people holding representations of their childhood dreams. And next to these representations were their name tags from their current jobs. I might do that series later, but for now I like the more optimistic look at our childhood. "Look what we still have" sits better than a pessimistic "look what we've become". Enjoy the first.

More innocent times.

My best friend Gabriel and I visited our old elementary school tonight. Doris Hancock Elementary. It's surreal. Memories come in flashes. Smells send you reeling. The texture of trees make you feel younger. How much has changed versus how much is the same. One big metaphor for my own self. Gabe and I used to walk back and forth beneath these trees talking during the lunch break. We were outcasts.

Borderland

Hoover Dam. Midnight. They close it to pedestrian traffic at sundown. Did you know that?

I found some things to photograph in spite of that. Please enjoy.