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murder clown is on the move
Y’all: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?
My good friend (and outstanding photographer) R. David Marks took a photo of this clown several years ago, only the clown was further back in the store. At some point, he (it?) crept closer to that shelf of meat grinders. I fear what might happen next…
Also, if you’re interested in the calendar (on the right, past the potential carnage equipment), it’s from 1977.
Las Vegas, New Mexico
photographed 11.8.2025
color range
The place was in a bit of disrepair but the colors were nice.
This block of Douglas Avenue has – in addition to this scene – two pretty good places to eat – Charlie’s Spic Bakery and Span Café (huevos rancheros!) and Dick’s Pub and Restaurant (posole!!). In case you are about to start making travel plans or whatever…
Las Vegas, New Mexico
photographed 11.9.2025
style
If you are the kind of person who appreciates a lot of choices when it comes to barber shops, you’d probably like it here in Las Vegas, where it seemed like there was place on every block.
As a bonus today, I present Some History Stuff: the poster on the right side of the image is a 19 year old Cassius Clay (later of course, Mohammed Ali), photographed in 1961 by Flip Schulke. The photo was made in one of the few desegregated pools in the United States, at a hotel in an historically black neighborhood in downtown Miami.
Las Vegas, New Mexico
photographed 11.8.2025
a bitter campaign
First of all: take a minute to read this poster I saw the other day. I’ll wait.
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That’s quite a bit of drama, on the political as well as the family sides of things. Also: Ms. Quiles came in third in a three-candidate race, getting 2.4% of the vote.
Las Vegas, New Mexico
photographed 11.8.2025
fall light
I have a hard time answering questions like “What’s your favorite food?” or “What’s your favorite song?” or “What’s your most embarrassing moment?”* My mind, which certainly follows its own path, doesn’t prefer to categorize things.
However, if I ever am asked about my favorite color, I would say it’s the bright yellow of fall cottonwood trees in New Mexico, especially the way that from a distance you can spot a meandering river – even you can’t otherwise tell there even is a river – by looking at the golden leaves, and also the way when the light’s low it takes on the glow from the leaves and ( and!) the leaves also look beautiful when viewed from an open window on the third floor of an historic hotel in a mountain town.
“Yellow” would also be correct but fails to convey what I mean.
Plaza Hotel (and the plaza)
Las Vegas, New Mexico
photographed 9.8.2025
*I really DON’t know what my most embarrassing moment is. For one thing, many things are in contention. And also, if I did remember, do you really think I’d disclose it here?
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