tucked away in Vegas is a little spot every photographer dreams of. it’s called the Neon Boneyard, the place where all good Vegas signs go when they die gazing longingly from the internet for most of this century, it’s really the only thing i thought Vegas would ever have to offer me. i’ve never been enticed…
call it hibernation if you want… the way Ohio is trying to tease us with a sneak of spring would make the timing seem that way anyhow. really, i’ve been on a self prescribed sabbatical. the last time you heard from me, my passion for photography had snowballed to the point of near insanity, taking every free…
