Sweltering heat and fried leaves aren't new to Reno. But I can't help but notice it's getting worse.
I tried to take a quick walk to the motel. Take some photos, talk to people. But the heat was too much for me. I had to turn around.
Equipped with water bottles and my camera I stepped out into the heat once more. I thought about taking pictures of people who managed to stand the heat.
But no one was there. My only company solitary pigeons whizzing by in the non-refreshing breeze. Occasionally a head would pop out a door as I took photos in the nearly empty lots facing one another. No hellos.
Weekly welcome, senior citizens, local motels’ bread and butter. The motels are disappearing though.
I can't help but wonder. Maybe the absence of people says as much as their presence does.