Las Vegas at dusk. No kidding, it’s unlike any place else on earth. Not just because of the natural beauty of the colors exploding across the sky as the sun sets over the mountains, but because of the anticipation; if the best part of sex is the walk up the stairs, dusk in Vegas, with all its endless possibilities, soon to be unfurled, is the best part of visiting the city.

(Well, would you look at me! I’m a photographer and a poet, apparently.)