A walk down the strip

Here are some of the things I saw, walking down Las Vegas Boulevard. 

Startlingly contrasting representations of the female form.  There were people on the street, handing out small cards which advertised various strip clubs.  Many of those cards were then tossed on the sidewalk and street.  I felt dirty every time I saw one.  I did sketches of the statue in front of the MGM Grand and the one in the fountain next to Paris.

I took several photos of this pigeon, who finally became annoyed with me.  It flew to the other side of where I was standing and faced right at me as if to say, "will you put that camera down, already!"

 

Another bird on top of a building overlooking the strip.

The P.F. Chang's horse.  I did several sketches of it.  While engrossed in my drawings, a woman walked by and said, "oh, an artist!"  I laughed.

 

A self portrait times five.

The face of a homeless man.  He struck me in such a way that I cried as I walked away from him.  I gave him a dollar, and later wished I had given him more.  It was the most significant moment of my day.

Somehow, this walking exploration of the strip brought me face to face with both the contemptible and the sublime.  I discovered things I hadn't expected to find.  I felt like I was collecting ideas and information that are still being processed in my head.  I am pleasantly surprised to find how just by getting out of my small desert world, my mind has been stimulated.