Currently, I find myself in a place that is called the western slope of Colorado. Situated, halfway between Denver and Salt Lake City, this part of the state sees much less traffic than other places. I snapped this picture of the surrounding grassland and alkali flats recently on my way into town. Since then I have been staying in town.
Back in 1960, Volkswagens or the people’s car as my father liked to call it, weren’t very common. So many times when we passed another VW bug on the road, we would honk at the other car and almost always, the other vehicle would return the favor. More often than not this method of recognition was initiated by the other driver.
Anyway our little beetle (pre John. Paul, George and Ringo by a year or two) lasted for 100,000 miles at which time my father had a rebuilt engine inserted into the vehicle. Since I had two younger brothers, many times I had to share the back seat, whenever we went somewhere as a family.
Eventually, our little two door was replaced by a station wagon, but the sight of a “bug” on the round, usually triggers of my father, who passed away 15 years ago.
This post is all about going over the edge. This is something that you definitely do not want to do at this place, even if you are in a wooden barrel.
In this current election cycle, “going over the edge” seems to have become the norm. Perhaps, if some of the major candidates would cross the border and consider going over the edge from this viewpoint, they might think twice. And then again they might not, for sometimes they appear to be in a self destructive mode.
The Fashion Mall on Las Vegas’s famous ‘Strip’ provides the setting for this week’s photo. In this image the same model, is duplicated multiple times to obtain an unusual visual effect, sort of like walking through a house of mirrors. Mirror