Vegas Baby.. oh and Zion and Bryce NP as well…
4 days out in the world with El Bizo shooting it up, drinking a few and traveling a plenty. So good to get out and stretch the brain a little with some fresh space and times.
Zion is sweet for shooting, and Bryce would need a little more time and consideration. The whole of Utah has a life time of exploring, shooting and fun times. If only. Be back though, for sure. Road trips are such fun in the states, especially with good mates and a good destination.
Salton Sea, Part 2.
A few more shots from the recent trip south to Salton Sea and El Centro area of the central valley.
Salton Sea and El Centro Mission, December 2011.
Headed down to the Salton Sea and El Centro on a photo mission with my Uncle. We left Modjeska Canyon at about 7am and returned around 8pm. Awesome day out, and first time shooting with my uncle. Burned some film and saw some sites. Theres a life time of shooting just around the Salton Sea. There are some really interesting stories to be heard down that way.
The 99%
Recently wandered the streets of downtown Oakland to experience some of the Occupy movement. I heavily under exposed most of these shots, then managed to have a great deal of difficulty loading the film for development so they look messy, but I think it fits.
Vegas baby…
Just back from a trip to Vegas, Bryce and Zion shooting and exploring. Super excited to see the rest of the results still sitting undeveloped on my kitchen table. Soon enough. These two are from a roll of Tmax 3200 on a Leica. For a high speed film im really impressed with the results.
Got me thinking…
This is where my interest lays now. Enough stuff, more people.
http://www.lafotoboy.blogspot.com/
Neither here nor there…
Twenty Nine Palms. July 2011.
I recently watch a movie called The Magic Trip, and the main character is Ken Kesey who is more well know for his book One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1962). Anyway in the movie he talked a lot about writing and his approach to it which was interesting considering my rekindled enthusiasm for it. He then went on to explain some of the opening scenes to said book (now movie) which involves a large Indian man ripping a sink out of the floor then throwing it through the window, to escape.
After describing the scene somewhat graphically he then goes on to talk about how he has no idea who the Indian was or how he showed up in the book. Heck he doesn’t even know any Indians. Then he quickly comes to realize that the first 3 pages or chapters were written while he was tripping on peyote.
As you might imagine the story unravels from there.
The old man.
The old man sat somewhat uncomfortably on the thin wooden slab of wood that passed for a bench, propped up on an old rotting tree trunk. He took in his surroundings looking out upon the small lake. A mosquito buzzed around his ear and he waved it away. The heat was stifling and he should feel the sweat begin to run down his back making his already dam clothing even more wet. At this point he cared little and even contemplated stripping off if it weren’t for the bugs.
Standing again, his back sore as he stretched and straightened his rickety old spine he slowly crept down the bank towards the waters edge. Near the sides of the small lake there was an abundance of green reeds and plants nearly choking the waters surface. Bare foot as he had stripped off his shoes earlier while navigating a small bog, the mud being deeper then he anticipated he slowly waded in to the lake. The cool water soothed his raw and tender feet and legs and he took a moment to stop and enjoy the relief. After he had stood motionless for a while he came back to reality and moved on realizing that there wasn’t much time left. He had to keep moving. There was just too much to get down before the sun dipped behind the tree line. He had a few hours left; yet. He moved further into the pool wading up to his chest. The water was still and he felt the weeds brushing against his legs. The water was now up to this shoulders cooling his core and making his heat concerns drift away.
Now he was here. He was where he’d planned on being for sometime. Finally in the place he has been visualizing for the last year. This place, this moment in his mind for so long and so important. Now he was here. It felt unreal. He felt like he couldn’t quite believe it yet. He looked around. The day was still, absolutely. There was not a cloud in the sky and no wind what so ever. He surveyed the lakes surroundings, the grasslands near the shore, the tree line surrounding one side of the lake. Its at this point he noticed the old dead tree he hadn’t been aware of earlier, which was leaning precariously over the water on the lakes edge merely 50 feet away. He looked to the top and saw a nest, where he what he thought he should not. There prominently seated on a branch right next to the large bulky nest sat a dark shape. Its focus directed at him. He felt its eyes boring into him; he sensed it without actually seeing its eyes. The rest of the world slowly slipped away into blackness as he became intently focused on what was before him. It was just him and this creature.
