#The Sands

[luzzarm]

Dean Martin at the Sands Hotel — ca. late 50's

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[jerrylewis-thekid]

They worked at the same clubs in Las Vegas. And Las Vegas is not as big as New York. Is it possible that they NEVER met??

[coolthingsguyslike]

[acmeoop]

We Are Here! Open Up Those Lucky Gates! “The Rock Vegas Story” (1962)

[irishgop]

Frank Sinatra and Judy Garland 1958

The following story about Frank Sinatra and Judy Garland was told by Ed Walters, who was a pit boss at the Sands:

"The weekend is over and the people have gone home. It's around 3am, the casino is dead. A fellow at 21 table with his back to the lounge says to me 'ls that who I think it is?' I tell him, 'you're right, turn around and look.' He says 'Oh my God, it's Judy Garland and Frank Sinatra' Frank and Judy are singing, they're sitting on the edge of the lounge stage. Red Norvo is playing the xylophone or whatever you call it. He was appearing with his group there in the lounge during the day. A lot of friends of Frank are there too. Interesting to me is.....

1. How sweet and gentle Frank was with Judy. She was not in a good shape. She acted like she was totally drunk or drugged. He would actually have to hold her up after each song or she would have fallen off the stage. He would do this with such caring and grace.

2. The amazing quality of their voices. Here are two people who had been up all night, very tired, very drunk, could hardly speak well AND then they start singing and you hear two clear and powerful voices, singing with such joy that it is heard throughout the entire casino. No microphones, just these two sitting there and singing their hearts out.

They sang for over 40 minutes and then everyone headed out. With Frank caring for Judy all the way.

Anyone who has been fortunate enough to witness these great moments will never forget them. It is just magic.

[williammarksommer]

The Sands

(Demolished)

The Loneliest Highway series

Lincoln Highway (Nevada) 

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Tmax 400iso

[autodidacticpoet]

Change is the language spoken

as behemoths collapse without fanfare.

Its history a speck, a moment,

a villanelle in the lines of Didion.

Not a building; a fleeting institution

as wavering as governance.

The culture created, duplicated,

riffed, surpassed, teemed obsolete.

Soon the Sands fulfilled its prophecy

and dropped through the hourglass.

The folies bankrupt and nostalgia preserves

as its walls crash into myth.

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

(ID in alt text)

[bedupolker]

Utah's most special guy, the Coral Pink Sand Dunes tiger beetle, only occupies a 1800m x 300m area in the state park of the same name. This guy is NOT going places!

[reality-detective]

* * * News Interruption * * *

[jumpin--bean]

Nobody talks about this

[thehmn]

Not too long ago I made a post about the Sanded Church of Skagen that was abandoned due to being buried in sand, but the “sand problem” is much larger than the church.

If you look at Denmark on a map you might notice a white dot near the very top of the country.

That my friend is a huge sand dune that arose out of the sea 300 years ago and is slowly eating its way through the landscape at 18 meters a year.

And if you look closer you might notice that it’s heading straight for the towns Rannerød and Hulsig and when that happens no one will come to save them because the dune is protected. At least they’ll see it coming.

That means that in a few hundred years we won’t just have a sanded church, we’ll have sanded towns with more roofs and towers sticking out of the dune than any tourist bureau could wish for.

Because the dune is a very popular tourist spot. I myself have been to it a few times and it’s quite the experience for a child to suddenly be in a “desert” in Denmark.

If you feel sad for the people in the towns just remember that’s nature. The reason why the dune is protected is because the area used to have many more but people made an effort to destroy them and it fucked up the ecosystem in the area. The dunes leave moist wetland behind that loads of rare creatures thrive in.

So today the inevitable end of the towns are viewed as sort of romantic poetry about nature, the march of time and appreciating the now.

And isn’t it kinda beautiful? To know that something like this exists in the world that will destroy our towns, roads and railways that we could easily eradicate with our modern technology but we choose not to simply because we know it would be wrong.

[spencerisdaydreaming]

[lemongogo]

life of regret