Spring is really the best time to visit Reno Nevada. The snow is just beginning to melt, meaning that the Truckee River is wild and dangerous and beautiful.
Above is the RiverWalk, a popular place on a sunny day. As you can see off in the distance, there’s still plenty of snow to melt on the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
These two kayakers wisely chose to paddle to shore instead of attempting to run the set of engineered rapids downstream used for professional kayaking competitions.
Along the river some of Reno’s older and more interesting houses have managed to survive the ravages of the Mighty Truckee.
The building above was once an elementary school and now serves as a art center.
The Lear Theatre may not look like much but it has an interesting history. It was designed by Paul Revere Williams who famously lamented that most of buildings he designed he could not enter. You see, he was the first African American to be honored by the Architectural Institute.
Before it was a theatre it was a church attended by the Moya Lear, the wife of William Powell Lear of Lear Jet fame. Besides being the wife of a brilliant man, she was also the daughter of vaudevillians and apparently thought the need for theatrics more important than the need for church and bought it. Unfortunately this building is not in the best part of town and they’ve had to surround it with a chain link fence to prevent vandalism.
Across the river and high on a hill sit decaying mansions once owned by the town’s prominent citizens. A few have been extensively remodeled but today people with money prefer to live far from Reno’s squalid old town with it’s pawn shops, casinos and bail bondsmen on every corner.
Above, for Norm Frampton’s ThursdayDoors extravaganza, is the one door I was able to get a clear shot of.
This rather gloomy building always brings bittersweet memories. It is Saint Thomas Aquinas Cathedral where for years my best friend’s mother attended Mass every single morning and then wandered the streets ministering to the drunks sleeping it off in alleyways. She spoke for God whose language she alone knew.