This show has bewitched me. We entered the Venetian auditorium, and immediately the blueish grey lights moved you back to the beginning of the last century as if you were sitting in that London theatre. This is master illusion production, grandeuous music and broadway casting. The Phantom is of course the most intriguing, Anthony Crivello put on the best you had wished for in operas for seduction, mystery, roughness, courages and a broken heart. I would watch other productions, if my purse has the money ~~
Oh I missed these live performances, the last was from two years ago, at the Mark Anthony's DC concert at the Verizon center.
http://www.thephantomoftheopera.com/the_show/
Sunday, June 14, 2009
|| That adorns the mountains
These last few write-ups are for the small things that make up the grandeur and beauty of natures. Mom has been very interested in mountain flowers, plants and mushrooms that grow from extreme conditions. Here are a few photos for her and her only.
Teton Steakhouse
Teton Steakhouse
|| My friends in the summer
This is dedicated to the people who made me happy and made me laugh in the summer of 2009.
In the west entrance of the yellowstone park, actually in Montana, there were several statues of buffalo, later real buffalo should come.
Hayano Yuki (早野有希）
We stayed in N2-1 cabin. The heater was old fashioned and dangerous, we saw two burned over cabin sites around the facility.
The buffalo, they were lucky for the freedom offered through the national park, acres and acres of green land where they live ...
This steakhouse has the best steak lunches with baked potatos ($9.99, and salad bars are fantastic)
My mother and me, better shots taken by strangers ...
St. Marks Square （圣马克方场）
Our guide is tough and strict, but full of humor. He is not warm, not emotional, intelligent and wise, proud of his family.
Elk displays (we touched three elk doors)
Our tour bus, beautiful isn't it?
In the west entrance of the yellowstone park, actually in Montana, there were several statues of buffalo, later real buffalo should come.
Hayano Yuki (早野有希）
We stayed in N2-1 cabin. The heater was old fashioned and dangerous, we saw two burned over cabin sites around the facility.
The buffalo, they were lucky for the freedom offered through the national park, acres and acres of green land where they live ...
This steakhouse has the best steak lunches with baked potatos ($9.99, and salad bars are fantastic)
My mother and me, better shots taken by strangers ...
St. Marks Square （圣马克方场）
Our guide is tough and strict, but full of humor. He is not warm, not emotional, intelligent and wise, proud of his family.
Elk displays (we touched three elk doors)
Our tour bus, beautiful isn't it?
|| What happened here, will stay
For as much as I didn't like Vegas, I now missed it, the busy streets, neon lights, crowds, clubs, shows, noises ...
Pirates ship (that later sink into the water), notice that bull head ...
Mom wanted to take a picture of the blue bouquet in the flower market inside Wynn.
Pirates ship (this is the best free show right outside Treasure Island)
Beautiful skies ...
Cute street light
St. Mark Square
Venetian (where we ate at 如意面馆, and later saw Phantom of the Opera)
Volcano outside Mirage (good free show starts at the hour after 8pm everyday)
Caesar's Palace
Bellagio's music fountains
In Vegas, I walked and walked and my feets were full of cracks. Lot of skinny Asian girls, wearing black cocktails, high heeled shoes and LV bags. I had to walk fast for the shows, and in the middle of changing hotels, buying tickets, collecting tickets, finding the shows and everything, I found that there were many 10 to 15min accomplishments all along. I thought it was gonna take 30min walk, but in the end, I hit all of them on my list. This is the one thing that I feel missed, those 10-15 victoies, that I so much lacked in my life here in Richmond. I should not complain that resources are scarce, people are dull, or things are slow. What I couldn't have is that goal in my life, hence there had been no stepped up joys towards the goal and everything. I missed Vegas, probably not so much for the busy street, but a busy life, which I still don't know where it is, and my characters will not be happy until I find them, it's just in me.
The sin city has much more, of course. We were only the conservative tourists, heard about the invitation only parties and everything, but I really do not look forward to come back, not for the sin of it, but I need to find my sin.
Pirates ship (that later sink into the water), notice that bull head ...
Mom wanted to take a picture of the blue bouquet in the flower market inside Wynn.
Pirates ship (this is the best free show right outside Treasure Island)
Beautiful skies ...
Cute street light
St. Mark Square
Venetian (where we ate at 如意面馆, and later saw Phantom of the Opera)
Volcano outside Mirage (good free show starts at the hour after 8pm everyday)
Caesar's Palace
Bellagio's music fountains
In Vegas, I walked and walked and my feets were full of cracks. Lot of skinny Asian girls, wearing black cocktails, high heeled shoes and LV bags. I had to walk fast for the shows, and in the middle of changing hotels, buying tickets, collecting tickets, finding the shows and everything, I found that there were many 10 to 15min accomplishments all along. I thought it was gonna take 30min walk, but in the end, I hit all of them on my list. This is the one thing that I feel missed, those 10-15 victoies, that I so much lacked in my life here in Richmond. I should not complain that resources are scarce, people are dull, or things are slow. What I couldn't have is that goal in my life, hence there had been no stepped up joys towards the goal and everything. I missed Vegas, probably not so much for the busy street, but a busy life, which I still don't know where it is, and my characters will not be happy until I find them, it's just in me.
The sin city has much more, of course. We were only the conservative tourists, heard about the invitation only parties and everything, but I really do not look forward to come back, not for the sin of it, but I need to find my sin.
|| Salt Lake City in the rain
We stayed in the Salt Lake city for two nights, in the Red Lion hotel. It was a very fine hotel, right in the downtown and beside the most expensive hotel in the front of the mountains. It had private balconies for every room, pool and a whirlpool where I relaxed my skin and feet.
The city hall is the most fine one around the nation, it was so quiet that visitors are welcome to enter any time, while officers and personnel working in the offices. The granite marbles had different natural designs in fours and together they make diagonal patterns. There were four prominent statues in the main hall, one for technology and science, one for art, but forgot the other two.
It was a rainy day, but still visible are the houses in the far back in the middle of the mountains, reminding me of those million dollar estates in San Francisco in the midway of the mountain driveways.
All folks got out to attend a quick tour of the Mormon Temple Square. A sister Yao from Singapore was greeting us but later was criticized by me for having walked too fast, and spoken too softly. She had us for 20min, but couldn't tell any of the essence of this Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saint. I probably had high standards, but she was just incapable of drawing us in or anyone to understand of the faith that she held and the powers she inherited for being a devout member. She was on her 18mon duty of serving herself to the god. As usual, none of the photo shots inside the buildings were good, not religious, I always thought it has something to do with the spiritual forces.
The city hall is the most fine one around the nation, it was so quiet that visitors are welcome to enter any time, while officers and personnel working in the offices. The granite marbles had different natural designs in fours and together they make diagonal patterns. There were four prominent statues in the main hall, one for technology and science, one for art, but forgot the other two.
It was a rainy day, but still visible are the houses in the far back in the middle of the mountains, reminding me of those million dollar estates in San Francisco in the midway of the mountain driveways.
All folks got out to attend a quick tour of the Mormon Temple Square. A sister Yao from Singapore was greeting us but later was criticized by me for having walked too fast, and spoken too softly. She had us for 20min, but couldn't tell any of the essence of this Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saint. I probably had high standards, but she was just incapable of drawing us in or anyone to understand of the faith that she held and the powers she inherited for being a devout member. She was on her 18mon duty of serving herself to the god. As usual, none of the photo shots inside the buildings were good, not religious, I always thought it has something to do with the spiritual forces.
|| Upper loop in the east
The last stop in the park was the waterfall at the north of the upper loop. Snow and ice were particularly thick, this was the coldest area and the most difficult roads. Some of the stones were pressured and crushed, seen in the third picture here.
|| Mammoth springs
After Artist Paint Pot, we drove from Norris to the northern entrance, the Mammoth springs. The roads were congested (by the way, all are one lane of two ways) due to construction, and I heard the northern part of the roads were only just opening up in the beginning of June.
The Mammoth springs were also where the staff located themselves, but the most prominent was the natural evolutions of these hot springs where they were full of calcium, and formed into terraces of steps. Some where old and dead, white and grey, the terraces started to erode, others are live and flowing, those were in yellow and brown. Some places they were together, the dead and the alive, other times they were well apart.
The Mammoth springs were also where the staff located themselves, but the most prominent was the natural evolutions of these hot springs where they were full of calcium, and formed into terraces of steps. Some where old and dead, white and grey, the terraces started to erode, others are live and flowing, those were in yellow and brown. Some places they were together, the dead and the alive, other times they were well apart.
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