Sundown in the desert beat out any other geography hands down. On the water the sunset would linger, bouncing on the waves, but in the desert there was nothing for the light to hold onto, nothing to trap it, bribe it to stay any longer than absolutely necessary. It ran, fled after the day like a scared rabbit. It was my favorite time of day. I loved it out here, for however long it lasted. I thrived in the liminal time. The grey area between light and dark. Playing with shadows was how i made my living.
from
Disappear
Jaq Greenspon
Las Vegas Noir
Akashic Books 2008
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Las Vegas 1942
Peter Stackpole
via mrsdentonorahippo
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