Saturday, August 24, 2013

My Heart Belongs to the Night


ElCortez_0694, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.
I'm just in a bit of a nightly mood, so I thought I might post this one today. Taken in Las Vegas earlier this year, this is the El Cortez Hotel and Gambling Casino in the Fremont area of Las Vegas. I love the sort of go-go dancing girl off to the right. Not quite sure what she's supposed to be, but she kind of caught my eye and so there you have it.

Night photography is so fun and interesting, really. It's like a different world out there after dark, really it is.

Until next time...

Friday, August 09, 2013

It's Carol vs. the Mosquito


SunriseOverAshes_1946, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.
Picture this. I'm resting in bed, actually "resting" would not be a good word here, more like staring at the ceiling pretending to snooze, when I hear it. That old familiar buzz of a mosquito clamoring around my bedroom. It's dark, I'm tired, yet can't seem to fall asleep. I've sort of got one eye open. Chase is snoring all too loudly when the buzz kicks in and just won't quit. Oh, such a damn *bug* in the true sense of the word. "Buzz, buzz, buzz," there it is! That unmistakable noise of a mosquito buzzing around my resting quarters. Drats! Die you pest, die now!

Typically, I'm the "live and let live" type of person. I don't mind anything coming around late at night, really I don't. In fact, I'd go so far as to say the mating cats can have at it in the alleyway if they really do so desire. I'm not going to fight them for it, no, I'm not. I'm a heavy sleeper, nothing usually can wake me once I fall under the spell of dreamland. Have at it, mating cats, wrestle and wring yourselves into positions previously reserved for obscure now out-of-print copies of the Kama Sutra. I just so don't care. Nope, not me, I really am a live and let live kind of girl in a live and let live kind of world. I'm too busy watching invisible paint dry on my TV screen to care about what happens outside. Hey, I've got couches to potato, I can't possibly care what's going on out there in the big, bad, "real" world now, can I?

But this mosquito? Oh man, is it killing me. It's driving me nuts. I can't sleep, it's hot, I hear the air conditioner kicking in and hope it drowns out the sound of the annoying bug (I see now how they got their names, "bug," as they really do live up to it, at least lately they do anyway.) "Buzz, buzz, buzz." It's all I can hear and I'm going crazy listening to it. Oh the humanity! Please Mr. Mosquito, can't you just do a girl a favor and curl up and die already? A girl needs her beauty sleep!

Finally, after a long battle with the darkness, I nod away into dreamland. Yes! Victory is mine (or so it would appear.)

The next day, I wake up, go into the bathroom, start flossing the old chompers, and that's when I hear it again. Oh, the damn mosquito! It's back! It's buzzing. I can't kill it. It's buzzing around and it won't land. I so want to like kick it or something. Just kill the damn thing already. I'm now out for blood and I just can't let it go. Dead mosquito, you will be mine! So I try to swat at it but wind up slipping a bit on the wet floor and almost fall down to break my neck. And that mosquito? Yeah, he's still out there abuzzin'. "Buzz, buzz buzz." Still buzzing after all these hours.

And so it goes. For what seems like an eternity but was actually a span of probably no more than three very long days and nights, the bug was, well, bugging me. Oh the horror! Now this entire incident makes me want to Google the lifespan of a mosquito. Is he dead yet? Surely, he must be dead by now. He can't still be alive? It's got to be dead. Maybe I should set out on a hunt for the carcass already? I mean, this thing can't live for more than three or four days. Can it? Just when I thought it safe, the darned thing would chirp up again. "Buzz, buzz, buzz." Argh!

I'm here to say now, it's been about a week and I *think* the darned thing is finally gone. Phew! What a pest. I swear, it's the little things like this that drive people crazy. I bet, if you were to go into the insane asylum and ask, why, you'd find more than a fair share of the people locked up in there went crazy, just sort of snapped, over something small, something quite like this. Stupid crazy little bug buzzing around their bedroom late at night. I mean, come on now. How would you explain this to a judge? "I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to stab him 42 times with a kitchen knife. Actually, you see, I was aiming for that fly in the corner over there..." Come to think of it, I probably missed a golden opportunity. I probably could have gotten away with murder, given the level of "pest" in this, well, pest. Nobody would believe me actually crazy and everybody, I mean probably damn near everybody, would have believed me when I said it was just *so* loud that one day, heck, I just sort of *snapped* (you would believe that, wouldn't you? Come on now, tell the truth! I know you would. I mean, I know I'm half crazy to begin with but who would not believe that?)

I guess the happy ending to all of this is that, today, as I was packing my things to head outside, I smiled as I thought to myself, "well, there's a lot of things wrong with the world today but, heck, at least that darned pesky mosquito has finally shut up."

And, that's when I heard it.

Yes, snowflakes. It would appear that I now have some kind of a cricket trapped somewhere in the garage. (Will it ever end?!?)

Until next time...

Monday, August 05, 2013

Spring Rolls

Had these great little spring rolls the other day. Yum!




Until next time...

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Sunday, August 04, 2013

All Wire Tapped Out


WireTapped_0895, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.
This was taken inside of the Mob Museum. It's actual surveillance video of mobsters in action. (Well, if what they do can be called "action" that is.) I kind of liked the way they laid out the surveillance video-in these sort of 4x4 grid style small screens all around the room. Really drove the point home that the feds can watch us almost anytime they want.

I've still been busy and been a bit under the weather, so keeping my head down. I promise to pop back up at some point, but I did think it would be a good idea to check in and let y'all know how things are going on my end. Still getting the house together and been busy with lots of little things, not to mention it's hot and I just don't feel much like going out shooting in this heat. Once again, I promise, as the weather breaks, I will get out there again. More shots to follow and all, I promise. Been doing a lot of thinking about what I want to shoot, just haven't made it out into the wilds all the much (at least not yet anyway.)

Lately, I've had this strong desire to just run away with some tiny or odd antique style camera. Maybe one of those newfangled Fuji cameras that shoots all square and sort of Instagram-y or maybe just run away with an old film camera, like a Brownie or a beat up old Hassy and a bucket of film. Just go somewhere, almost in hiding, shoot tons, and come back with a new book (or some other similar big project type of work.) Yeah, man, I so want to do *that* it's not even funny. I'm getting a hankering for sinking my teeth into something big...like, really big...and I so just want to run away and do it, it's not even funny anymore.

Then again, this would make me much like these mobsters-sticking around in hiding and only coming out to play when the weather is good or they feel like doing some "whacking" (of sorts.) Yes, that Canon dude. I'm *so* going to make him an offer he just can't refuse. (Sorry, couldn't help myself there, with that last one.) Heck, I even have a fedora around here somewhere, I swear I do.

Until next time...