Vegas Fall

We tend to go to Vegas fairly often.  The first thing everyone assumes is we like to gamble. Actually, not so much.  For us, Vegas isn’t about gambling.  It’s about the art, photography , and food.  We eat stunning meals, helmed by amazing chefs, and then walk it off as we wander aimless through the miles of eye candy.  Eye candy that is art, color, and lots of photographic fodor.  The whole idea that someone built a very reasonable facsimile to Paris, INSIDE a building, is just plain remarkable.  The imagination and creativity is fantastic.

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The decorations are seasonal, and change constantly, so there is always something new to see.  I can only imagine the creative staff sitting around in their morning meetings having some conversation… ‘ so Fall is coming… what speaks Fall to you?.  How about birds migrating, sitting on power poles, flying about?  And we have to have a pumpkin?  How about a pumpkin head person?  Why not?  Let’s build it.’  INSIDE a building, mind you.  Really?!  Wow!

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There is art in art stores…

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There is art in purse stores and other unseeming places.. inside and out.

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It’s a pleasure to walk around and through… ever changing, and ever interesting… and delicious, in more ways than one.

The one that got away

Unfortunately, despite our many trips to the Mogollon Rim looking for animals, we just haven’t seen that many.  I don’t know where they are, but they just aren’t here.  It’s rut season here on the mountain, so the bull elk are collecting their harems.  We did just see a small herd of elk the other day.

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We saw a few little babies born this year with fading spots, and few cow elk, along with a young single spike bull.

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But the one I really wanted to get a photo of was the one on the way out and I only got a fleeting view of this big bull.

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Darn.  He was just the one that got away.  It astounds me how these big boys can walk (not to mention run) through our tangled forests with those big racks on their heads.

Maybe next time.