Deep in the seediest corner of the city they call Sin you’ll find a boneyard.
Is it a cemetery? Of sorts, yes, but not of the human or pet variety.
This is the final resting place for vintage neon signs.
I visited the Neon Museum last May and fell in love with the beautiful corpses lying in repose, despite their obvious states of decay.
Their lights may have long dimmed, but I still found them utterly charming.
A fan of neon letters? I’ve got more letters than you can shake a stick at. Of course the narcissist in me snapped a lot of Ns. Although Mr. Enthusiasm got a nod with my capture of the E Show.
And finally, in a poetic nod to the theme of two previous posts this week, I give you this work of art:
If you visit Las Vegas and want to venture away from the bright lights and glitz of The Strip, head on over to the Neon Boneyard for a trip back in time, to the Vegas of old. The museum tour really is quite a treat.
Today’s post was inspired by the Daily Post’s photography challenge: Signs.