Morning’s cold light shines harshly even on the strip, but this Saturday morning on Fremont Street looks especially forlorn.

I’ll be on a plane to San Francisco for my conference in a few hours.

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Posted April 30, 2005 by Casey
Categories: Photoblog, Travel. .

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