fun with iPhoto and the neon boneyard

Inspired by the fabulous Sarah Dodson, I decided to try my hand at processing some pictures. This last weekend Jack and I were in Las Vegas with his side for a family vacation.

I think the number of lights in Las Vegas rival the number of stars in the sky. That's probably an overestimate, but close. Many of the neon signs of yesteryear have been retired in favor of LEDs. And like Bing Crosby asked, "What do you do with a general, when he stops being a general?" in White Christmas, "what do you do with all those old neon signs?"

The answer in Las Vegas is the Neon Museum. It's a walk-through neon boneyard of the signs. We went during the day (it was the last day for a day tour since the summer weather started early). The day gives the luxury of seeing all the signs, but unfortunately they aren't lit up. I'd like to go back and see the rave that must be it at night. Below are some of the cool relics I photographed, jazzed up a bit in iPhoto.

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