Visiting Las Vegas once, on a morning walk and trying to frame an image with three glasses that were sitting in the dirt, I heard a bottle break nearby. I snapped a couple of images and realized that something had moved in the frame. I don’t know if somebody threw a bottle at me or not.
And that is my trivial story of a random act of violence in Las Vegas.
— October 2, 2017
Posted by GC_Dean on 2017-10-03 05:31:01
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