Underpass photography

Driving around Las Vegas and Henderson reveals to the trained eye that there is much hidden beauty in this valley. Beauty that some might think belongs only in wilderness. But to me, and a few others, the valley is riddled with beauty in every corner.

Steven and I discovered a set of three (possibly more) bridges. The most beautiful being a red brick one. Under the first we discovered two homeless men who cackled quietly in the dark while we took photos. At the second we discovered beautiful water and toads. The third was plain and we turned back.

The first:





The second:

Pointless Beauty

Here are some "pointless beauty" photographs. Please read this previous blog for a description of what I mean by that.

A discarded and battered cell phone.

The moon in relation to a string of streetlights.

Weeds growing from cracks in the pavement.

One streetlight releases different color light.

Credit to the anonymous artist who left this here. (Who, as it turns out, is my brother and his friend Katie.)

Late night sprinklers.

A bicycle hidden in the corner of a dumpster alcove.

Tidbits at 3:AM

I want to sit in a club and sip a drink and let the pulsing music pass through me. I want to sit alone and do this. Which seems odd.

I also want to do some "pointless beauty" photography tomorrow. And I don't mean that term in the way it sounds. I'm not going to look for roses and kittens. What I mean by "pointless beauty" is beauty that is, essentially, pointless. A marble in the desert. Typically small caches of beauty in places no one will look. But sometimes enormous overlooked beautiful forms. This is what I mean by pointless. They are pointless because they aren't assigned a point. Which makes them almost more beautiful.

And yes, I am aware that in capturing them and giving them a place (hell, even by looking at them) I destroy their "pointless beauty"