I have scanned in sixty or seventy photos from Guanajuato (including the seven or eight included in my April blog entries). Let me know what you think: I definitely need to pare down to one gallery with fifteen or so really good pictures. Calles de Guanajuato Las Caras de Guanajuato,…
My trip to Las Vegas the week of 25-MAR-06 for TheServerSide Java Symposium will be, I hope, my last for several years at least. Not my favorite place. But I dutifully brought my camera and tripod along with me to capture a few pictures. My first target was the skyline…
Hans Greimel, an Associated Press reporter, recently wrote a great article initially titled “A Farewell to Film” recapping the last 10 years in the photographic industry. The article gives a perfect description of disruptive technology and its impact on the existing market. A disruptive technology, if you’re not familiar with…
Biding my time at the airport. No one’s even here so I can check-in. I neglected to explain what I was doing in Guanajuato’s tunnels back when I was dazed and confused. For background, Guanajuato was founded in a river valley, and sometimes during the summer monsoon season, there was…
La Mina de Valenciana is closed. In it can’t be closed permanently, because there are too many touristy shops at its entrance (which is big enough to accommodate more than just a few tourist buses). But it wasn’t open today. Only Boca Mina de Valencia, a much smaller, older mine…
I am exhausted. I should be out taking pictures of the mariachis or something. But without a nap, I’m just dead to the world. Got in a little shopping today. I bought at a painted devil mask, and some pottery. Apparently, Guanajuato area is famous for its pottery, called Talavera.…
Next to El Museo de las Momias was a small exhibit on the “Culto de los Muertos.” I didn’t quite get it. For example, there was a coffin containing, according to the sign in Spanish, of a man whose name was not recorded. The man who “we” know was German…
El Museo de las Momias was a little bit disturbing. It wasn’t the desiccated cadavers that I found alarming. It was how obsessed I became with photographing the naturally mummified corpses of people so poor their families could not afford to bury them when they died over a century ago.…
Now that my initial ire has cooled, I am reminded of this awfully terribly politically incorrect picture about internet flame wars on a fark.com thread sparked by an article about some entertainment figure insulting the organizers of the special olympics. Always a bit embarassing to become part of a flame…
The only picture from The Strip that caught my interest at all was of the volcano in front of the Mirage. I camped out at this hotel for 35 to 40 minutes, initially waiting for the “eruption” to start, and then to snap pictures during the fairly lengthy eruption. I…
