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Las Vegas 2018 Select Photos

It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I’ve been, if I have the time, and I’m invited to go to Las Vegas, I go. Especially when it’s just a 45 minute flight and I’ll have someone with me to photograph and video. This time I stayed at The Aria and had a Strip view room. The best Las Vegas hotel room I’ve stayed in to date.  Continue reading


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My Year End Recap 2016.

This was an odd year for me. It was the first time in my years of traveling that I didn’t travel solo (internationally) nor did I visit any new countries. Even though I long to see more of the world, sometimes that’s just the way it works out. I’m happy I finally got around to seeing some of the places in Arizona I’ve always wanted to visit. Overall it was a good year for me. And though I didn’t procure any new passport stamps, I still learned a lot and made some incredible memories I’ll never forget. Continue reading


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Las Vegas, Nevada 2016 Select Photos

I’ve lost count on the amount of times I’ve been to Las Vegas. I’ve gone with friends, I’ve gone with family, I’ve gone alone but I’ve always had a fun or at the very least an interesting time. Continue reading


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The Plaza. A Las Vegas Prologue Part II.

After a slight detour, we arrive at The Plaza Hotel. I tagged along with my friends who are attending Punk Rock Bowling, a three day long punk rock music festival that starts tonight. This meant downtown Las Vegas was dominated by chains, band t-shirts, tattoos, black leather everything and mohawks. I recommend we set our bags down after check in and have lunch at the Hash House A Go Go. In the dozen or so times I’ve been to Las Vegas, I’ve never skipped on the Hash House. It never gets old; that distinct sound of gasping laughter mixed with fear and carnal gluttony at the sight of the mountain of food towering before customers. Continue reading


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The Fifteen. A Las Vegas Prologue.

When the car takes the rising, gentle curve from the 215 to the Las Vegas Freeway, which runs parallel to Las Vegas Boulevard, both Willy, the driver, and Jake, the rear passenger, are stunned by the splendor that is the south end of the Las Vegas Strip. It’s all new to them. Massive hotels with countless panes of glass glimmering in the sun and reflecting the sky and it’s at their fingertips. They’re both awestruck and speechless but my silence stems from a different seed. For the Vegas veterans like me, recollections both rancorous and delightful take a stranglehold of my mind. Continue reading