A "Naked" Las Vegas Strip
Dear Henry,
Look.
No cars.
Some months ago, I made plans to run the Las Vegas Rock ’n’ Roll Half Marathon for one very specific reason: I wanted this picture. A “naked” Las Vegas Strip, empty, quiet, stripped of its usual noise and traffic, if only for a moment.
Training, as it turns out, did not go exactly as planned. (By which I mean: I did not train nearly enough.) When it became clear I wouldn’t be running, we briefly considered canceling the trip altogether.
But after #VegasStrong, that didn’t feel right.
So we went anyway.
I didn’t run the race, but I stood along the sidelines and watched thousands of people do what I had hoped to do myself. I felt the energy, the music, the determination. And early that morning, before the crowds and the engines returned, I got the photograph I had imagined.
The Strip paused.
Empty streets are strange things. They remind you how much motion we take for granted, and how rare it is to see a place built on spectacle simply resting.
I didn’t run this year.
But I showed up.
Next year.
xoxo,
a.d. elliott
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a.d. elliott is a wanderer, photographer, and storyteller traveling through life
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