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P I S M O • B E A C H
I'm at my two-year cancerversary and you know what persists more than anything? Gratitude.
Sure, I miss my folks. I wish I could talk to them as often as I wish. I'd love to know what they think about everything. But they're not here, and what is--a kind of love harvested from the annals of experience. A kind tuned into authenticity and inspiration.
A love that fuels a need to create.
Song of the Day: Jessica Pratt - "This Time Around"
• S A N • L U I S • O B I S P O •
Spent the weekend in Los Angeles and enjoyed the after rain atmospheric clarity. I love this time of year. Wish I could climb the SLO hills and get some images of the long views over the coast.
Can't wait for the emerald hills to return.
Song of the Day: Flavien Berger - Pamplemousse
“In the tides of time we have sought safe harbor here on the western shore. Where the waves ebb and flow restlessly and the seasons in their old harvest hulls have borne us ripe cargoes of plenty with enough fruit for all.” -Alan Counihan
• P I S M O • B E A C H • P R E S E R V E •
The best thing about sunset season is that it's off-peak tourism season.
There's this common trend in Instagram photography where artists are clearing out their "under performing" and older images. I get it, you become embarrassed of your history. Hell, some of my early images embarrass me at some level, but mostly they make me feel proud.
It bothers me how people distance themselves from their histories. I like going back years ago and seeing the images from back then. An old image makes you recall the circumstances from which the photo was taken. I see a photo from the time I was fighting and I'm thrown back into chemotherapy, the sense of being a warrior, fighting at all costs for more time, and allow the furtive drive back in my system, beckoning travel and the burning desire to feel alive and experience all that needs to be experienced. An image can take you there and fill you with purpose, it can show you how far you've gone, and protracted outward, how far yet you still have to go.
The road -- she is calling and calling.
Song of the Day: the Strokes - "You Only Live Once"
• V E N I C E • C A N A L S •
Thankful for the rain. Yesterday's incredible sunset left me in the dust by the time I got home from work, missed it by a mere fifteen minutes. Talk about frustrating.
LA daze. Will be back in the thick of it this weekend and couldn't be more stoked.
Song of the Day: Dr. Dog - "Night"
• P I S M O • B E A C H •
Thinking back to the Pismo Preserve days last year, and looking forward to the rain later this week.
Hiked Madonna Mountain in SLO last night and I must be out of practice with hiking because although the hike didn't physically exhaust I found a bunch of blisters on my feet when I got home, so either my socks or my hiking shoes dropped the ball. Either way, I'm recovering today, which I'm embarrassed to admiy. My trekking poles also gave my hand a blister, surprisingly. That never happens. Obviously, I'm not hiking enough. Although I brought my 23lb camera bag with me on the hike last night, the sunset ended in a bust and I didn't take anything extraordinary. But you never regret going out. Hiking is its own reward.
And I'm okay. Hurts good.
I have a composition in mind I've been wanting to shoot, and will hopefully find the opportunity to some time this week.
• P I S M O D I S E •
Started the mornin off with 7.5 mile walk on the beach. Now it's time for a great day of hard chilling.
Hope you have a family and friend filled day, that it's stress free, healthy and loving.
Cheers to the adventure.
Song of the Day: XX - "VCR"
D O W N T O W N • L O S • A N G E L E S
How about a composition that's not a classic frame?
I'm a fan of found scenes, where the photographer's personality resides. Those lost and found LA jaunts, with weary hammered soles, where the platter of mankind's hustle plods along like a 24hr subway.
And when it's found, the oasis overcomes the barking necessity beckoning us into future and past selves.
You need to create because it's a short cut to living in the moment. And when it's a passion, you can't control it, it moves inside you like another heartbeat. An unquenchable thirst in the desert of civilization, a call to seize now.
The blessed and ticking moment.
Now. Now. Now. That's all there is, echoing away for anyone who will listen.
Song of the Day: Vetiver - "Rolling Sea"
E C H O • P A R K • ca
The only time I shudder around a person talking about his hobbies is when the activity revolves around buying things. There are fewer outlooks as tragic as a man saying his purchases are his passion.
Passion comes from within and should spill out of you like a knocked over paint can. It ought to be unwieldy, messy if a must, the kind of thing that finds, takes and keeps you in the moment. It should be something you want to be better at all the time. Something where a year ago you're embarrassed by yourself because you see how much you've grown and developed.
Hobbies are about creating things, not buying things.
Song of the Day: Washed Out - "Despicable Dogs"