The Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust March 21, 2017
The Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust is dedicated to the remembrance and preservation of the history, stories, victims, and tragic events of the Holocaust during World War II.
The museum is always free, because the founding survivors insisted that no one ever be turned away from learning about the Holocaust.
Across from the entrance to the museum is a 6 foot high cement wall with a bit of graffiti that seemed somehow appropriate to me.
Pan Pacific Park March 21, 2017
This week, the topic of Cee’s Black and White challenge is the letter G or H. I seem to have them both covered from my recent trip to the Holocaust Museum in Los Angeles and the graffiti I found there.
My wife hates to have her picture taken. No photo ever looks like what she believes she looks like. I have that same problem. I always think I look better than my photo. The only picture that ever did me justice was taken for my high school senior yearbook when I was a graduating. But this post is not about me. It’s about my wife. So, since I can’t show you a photo of her, imagine my surprise when I came across some street art- some might call it graffiti- of a woman who looks just like my wife.
OK, maybe Lynn’s hair is longer, and actually brown instead of black. And her lips are a little wider, maybe. The nose is not quite right, either. And her eyes are brown, not blue. Maybe the face is a little narrower, too.
But otherwise, the spitting image.
On a side note, this guy is so talented. I was just amazed when I saw this. How do these guys- and gals- do this? And when? Late at night when no one’s around? But this is Las Vegas. Someone’s always around.
Well, the directions for the Daily Prompt are to “Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.” But I was never one to follow directions. So, instead of writing, I present to you this photo of artwork which definitely represents the protest that is currently in progress at Standing Rock.
“In honor of our future generations, we fight this pipeline to protect our water, our sacred places, and all living beings.”
Quoted from the website http://standwithstandingrock.net/
Graffiti on a wall near the Fremont Street Experience Las Vegas NV
(The above image has nothing to do with this post. In fact, it has nothing to do with anything. I have no idea whether or not it means anything but I do admire the artist’s skill.)
Would you travel into outer space? Are you crazy? I’m not even fond of inner space. I hate to fly and have admitted several times previously to ordering a drink as soon as it is offered on any flight I have ever taken. Even when I was a kid, I would just tell the stewardess it was for the person next to me- who was usually my mother or father. My mother and father were usually so nervous about flying that they never noticed I was getting inebriated right under their noses. So when do they start serving cocktails on a moon or Mars flight?
Which country/city in the world (that you have never been to) would you most like to visit and why? Well, right now my wife and I are in the early planning stages of a trip to Fontanarosa, the town in Italy where my family comes from. I am told we might still have a relative there who became a priest. Imagine that? Someone from my family ending up a priest.
What could you do to breathe more deeply today? Get a bottle of oxygen and a straw!
Complete this sentence: This creamy peanut butter sandwich could really use some …chunks of peanuts and a banana! The only real peanut butter has chunks. And the only real peanut butter sandwich needs a banana!
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? Last week I ended up pretty sick and had to remain housebound for two and a half days. I was so whiny that I think my wife divorced me, I’m not sure. I haven’t seen much of her lately. But by Sunday afternoon, I felt much better and we went for a five hour drive. Next weekend we are going to explore more thoroughly, the area we discovered.
OK, so there you have it, my answers to Cee’s Share Your World for this week. Please visit her website to read what others have to say about peanut butter sandwiches. Maybe you’ll find a great new combination.
Yes, I’m in a lousy mood today. Just some news that at any other time wouldn’t bother me as much. I feel like I’m in a slump emotionally and have no real desire to do much of anything. Hopefully this will not last long as we have house guests coming for the weekend (Lynn got back from China yesterday morning)and we will be celebrating our 4th anniversary this week. Trying to get tickets for Cirque de Soleil’s Love. It’s a great show. We’ve seen it twice already and they just revised it.
Anyway, I wandered out to the Las Vegas strip one day last week and found this faux graffiti at The Linq Hotel and Casino. That’s where the High Roller is and I call this faux graffiti because there is no way anyone could have done this uninvited. The strip is open 24 hours a day and there are always a couple of security people stationed here. But, even if it’s corporately sanctioned, it made me smile. So I posted it hoping that would get rid of my funk. But now that I look at it again, it’s not really helping.
Oh well, maybe it will bring a smile to your face.
Just visited Lisa atDaily Musings and loved her post about urban art. Check it out!
“I love urban art. For some reason, every time I see any I have to stop and take a photo. I think these people are true artists and wish they’d be recognized as such, but I imagine there is a stigma against anyone who defaces a public structure even if they make it more beautiful or interesting.”
Jerry Tarkanian was the head coach for the UNLV Runnin’ Rebels basketball team from 1973 to 1992. He was inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame in 2013. He died February 11, 2015 at the age of 84. He was so well loved by the city of Las Vegas that the lights on the strip were dimmed in his memory for 3 minutes, an honor only seven others have shared, including, Elvis Presley, Sammy Davis Jr., Dean Martin, George Burns and Frank Sinatra after their deaths.