M'name's Sandy, Ma'am

I can recall the days when Fremont Street in downtown Las Vegas was just a regular ol' street, with cars driving by and pedestrians jaywalking, taking their lives into their own hands. Actually, it was pretty safe, as the lights from the casino signs were so bright, it was like daytime out there in the dark of night.

Now, it's a mall. The Fremont Experience. Kiosks abound, as well as acrylic artists and other such talented people. Once, I even saw a '60s Volkswagen love bus on display.

When I was there in December, the rodeo was in town, and right smack dab in the center of Fremont was a sand sculpture. Made sense. Las Vegas is in the desert, the desert has lots of sand, there's no beach so sand artists need to put their work where they can. The cowboys were in town, so a cowboy theme was entirely appropriate.

Juxtaposed next to a kitsch shop, the Western sand art had everything going for it.

Viva Las Vegas!