Gravity Well

The chalk artist did a great job of giving this depth.

Beginning of the Rainbow

Hairstyle

Chalk Art 2009

I think I may have become an “artie,” if not actually an art snob. I’ve been to enough of the annual art shows that I’ve started to recognize the art. Wendy and I went through the last festival in twenty minutes of “I remember him” and “seen that.”

That’s part of the reason I like the annual chalk art show. Last year’s art was washed away, this years is completely new, so you always get to see something new.

The other reason is that the artists themselves are out there all weekend. Most of them are quite gregarious. That may have something to do with sitting in the middle of the street for an entire weekend. But regardless, it’s unusual to get a chance to talk to the artist while they’re creating the art. Plus it makes a great photographic subject, which never hurts in my book.

Wendy & I got quite a few photos again this year, probably over 700 between us. It’ll take a little while to go through, but they should start showing up soon. In the meantime, I uploaded a few more to last year’s gallery.

First Snowfall

We had some odd weather at the Grand Canyon. This particular day was 70 and sunny, right up the clouds rolled in and it started snowing.

This Asian girl was amazingly happy, frolicking in the snowfall. Right after I took this she asked me to take her picture with her camera - this was the first time she had seen snow.

If You Show Me Yours

Naked mannequins shamelessly flaunt their anatomical incorrectness.

Outlined

The bright outline of this planter caught my eye. The bottom looks almost like a heart.

This is at 16th & California for you Denver dwellers.

Lineup

Hermit’s Rest

Sunset near Hermit’s Rest in the Grand Canyon.

Hermit’s Rest is at the end of a narrow, winding road only usable by shuttle buses. The bus just barely got us there in time for sunset. Unfortunately it was also just in time for Wendy’s camera batteries to run out, so she headed back to the village. I wandered off, engrossed in sunset photos.

After sunset I headed back to the bus station. The dark, deserted, lonely bus station ten miles from anything. Ten miles of wolves, coyotes, cougars and probably dragons or something. Yeah, it was a little eerie.

I sat around there for 20 minutes, telling myself I really hadn’t screwed up the time zones, there really was another bus. It turned out I was right, thankfully.

Infectiously Hawt

Hmm, we need a new marketing gimmick to get people into the strip club. Let’s see, what are people talking about these days…. hey, Swine Flu seems to be pretty popular! And alliteration always sells, so how about Swine Flu Sundays! That sounds like something I’d want!