Another Angel, Another Scrapyard

In an earlier post I wrote about missing a glorious picture, among other things. Finding myself in Las Vegas, I was determined not to make the same mistake. This blog is about colour and if Las Vegas does anything well, it does colour.

We've met the angel. The scrapyard I visited in Las Vegas was full of neon signs, being lovingly restored by a team of volunteers. I got my pictures, lots of them. Not for sale, but for my own enjoyment. That's where it started. Another theme here is my distinct feeling that America is in a state of decay.

I've also written about finding myself in various forms of Babylon but I was wrong. Those places weren't Babylon. Not even close. Not, as they say in the movies, by a damned sight.

picture by Jan Mehlich (Wikipedia)