Kids and squids, that is IS for my Colorado-America-travel photos. Thank fuck, right? Now I can get back to Colin and cake and interior shots and Paris (the only reason anyone trips across my blog after Googling for a good place to get a latte macchiato in town).
I thought I'd end with my favourite photos from the time in America, which are not beautiful nature photos or snowy landscapes- rather the gaudy, neon-lit wonder that is the Penny Arcade. I do find photos of humans and human-made things (especially old, colourful, and nostalgic crap) to be my favourite subject matter. You know that liquor store is more visually stimulating than the waterfalls in the previous post. And not even just because inside are treats and snacks, and well, booze. It just is.
The Penny Arcade is this wonderful hodge-podge place in Manitou Springs of old carnival games, Ms. Pac Man machines, rubber duck shooting, and old-ass Skittles in crusty little vending machines. And Skee Ball. How is throwing a ball into numbered rings so terribly addictive? I think I spent about twenty dollars, and gratified by the tickets shooting out of the machine, spent another ten on quarters to reach 300 tickets. I took them to the prize counter to claim my big win. What would it be? A teddy bear bigger than me? A remote controlled drone that holds your iPhone for awesome aerial video? A new scooter?
It was a kazoo. A fucking kazoo.
300 tickets, a hour of precision throwing, and that's all I was able to get from behind the glass counter. I was robbed. But I had a great time, though. And honked the hell out of that thing the whole drive home.