Because I am an intuitive and brilliant photojournalist, I will sometimes develop my film in my darkrooms only to find that some of my snaps appeared not only skillful and incisive but also divinely inspired.
These guys had a fight. The one on the left was angry that the one on the right was getting all the good shots. But the one on the right was the official photographer. This is the type of fight I wouldn’t have conceived of before I started taking pictures for my work. But I’ve seen several photographer fights. It was resolved without fisticuffs, and the guy on the left stalked off to bitterly squeegee his lenses.
I believe Godzilla is destroying Primm in this shot I took from my balcony at the Hard Rock. One thing you notice about the Vegas area is that there’s always construction and bulldozers and stuff. I guess Primm opted for Godzilla rather than a union crew.
It’s like that bikini bottom wants to be at one with her.
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