Going West 2012 ~ Part Four : Goblins, Toad Stools, and Ghosts, Oh My!

Going West 2012 ~ Part Four : Goblins, Toad Stools, and Ghosts, Oh My!


Going West 2012 ~ Part Two : Hotel, Schmotel!

Going West 2012 ~ Part Two : Hotel, Schmotel!


Going West 2012 ~ Special Edition : Eldorado Canyon Mine

Who in their right mind drives their car 2427 miles, from New York to Nevada to take pictures of a junkyard in 110°F heat? That would be, me. And who also believes that there is an island somewhere that misfit toys go to be played with and taken care of? Okay, that is a little too much, even for me. But, I do believe there is a paradise that photographers go to and can take thousands of photos and still not capture all there is to see. And, I believe I have found such a place.

 

Drive out to Vegas, hang a left. About 30 miles south on i95, hang another left and head out into the desert. Somewhere along that lonely highway between the Highland Range and Arizona border, you will come across paradise. It may not look like paradise at first, but trust me, if you are a photographer or adventurer, it most certainly is. The minute I stepped out of your vehicle, the heat hits me like a Roger Clemens brick, the distant caw of the ever watchful crow screeches through the air and sinks deep into my bones, this, THIS is the place.