Better late than never, I always say. Actually, I only say that when I’m late. Procrastination and me are frequent companions. But I finally thought I’d give the “best of…” a try. Not that anybody really cares what I think are my best images of 2015. But it gave my ego quite a boost just to go back and look at some of these again. So here goes…
I began the year with a series of Las Vegas Strip properties. I have still to do nighttime shots but maybe all that neon and glitter is passe. So, early morning light on this first one.
About 8:30 am on a Sunday morning looking north from the Mandalay Bay. Love the overhead light pole directing your eye.
Detail of the New York New York Hotel and Casino with added sunlight flare.
Out in the middle of nowhere, taking shots down the tracks when this pedestrian appeared. The image still needs work but one of my favorites.
Attempted to convert this image to black and white but stopped here. Love the varied textures besides the colors. And that stomach ain’t bad, either.
A mostly retirement community about an hour out from Las Vegas called Chloride AZ. I only wanted the little gas station when this person and pet walked into the shot.
The Brunswick Hotel on Route 66 in Kingman AZ. The route traverses almost 2,800 miles between Chicago IL and Santa Monica CA.
Another Route 66 image, this time taken in Seligman AZ, on my second drive out that way.
Taken in 2012 but not posted till this past year. The image was overexposed and boring until my processing skills improved. (And no smartass comments.)
The Hamm’s water tower in Nelson NV with real golden hour lighting (though I did add the clouds)!
A trestle in Overton NV. We were out for a Sunday drive, just being spontaneous (we call it being “spont” because we’re lazy)!
These last two were taken in Kanosh UT, courtesy of my wife who told me to pull off the highway when there was a sudden clearing in the storm we were driving through, just before golden hour.
So, there you have it. Hope you stuck around to the end and enjoyed my walk down my own personal memory lane.