jim owens
There is no bar in downtown Las Vegas with the moniker “After the Apocalypse”, yet. There should be. A speakeasy. Below ground. With a thick roof and solid metal doors. The design of the card below just happened. Playing around with AI in illustrator. You turn on your computer in the morning and there is […]
A twenty nine dollar flight. An hour late in the planned time of departure which was good because the highway from Park City had been closed and I was also an hour late in arriving at the airport. I had been moved to the last row of seats and importantly from a middle seat to […]
A quick down and back put me in Southern Nevada for ten days. On the day I arrived it was topping out somewhere in the 90’s. On the day we left it was 106, had just been 112, and was going to be bouncing around in that difficult 106 to 112 range for the foreseeable […]
Ahhhh. Spring has sprung here in Southern Nevada. Ain’t life grand. The backyard critters are doing their Disney-cartoon-themed thing. Desert cottontails, jackrabbits, antelope ground squirrels, small lizards and gambel’s quail are darting in and out and hurriedly criss-crossing the yard. The chipmunk-like squirrels are particularly active munching on petunias, then climbing the ephedra and stripping […]