This is one of the images I took while in Venice Beach last May and submitted for consideration for the exhibition. This one won’t be in the show, but I really love it, thought I’d give it a bit of air time.
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The beaches in Southern California are groomed by tractors. I don’t know if this practice is common place elsewhere, or why, exactly, it’s done there. I used to get caught up in things like that when I went out snapping pix. I’d see the tracks, or maybe a wire, or some other “impurity” and walk away from the scene without having taken the picture.
I’ve since come to realize, for me at least, there’s always a way to incorporate the little irritants in life into your efforts.
Thanks to those who enjoyed the Holga stuff from Venice Beach. There’s plenty more, as well as a bunch of b/w, but this will be the last one of these for a bit. I want to show you some other stuff from some other photographers in addition to some anonymous stuff.
I did quite a few things during my trip out to California. I saw my family, hung with dear friends, took a few snaps with the Holga, and had my mind melted right outta my skull. Nothing illegal mind you and I won’t get into particulars, but there were a few moments there where I felt, no, I knew, that I lost everything I cared about.
Melodramatic? Hell yes, but very eye-opening and the entire experience left me with a better understanding of what’s important in this, my, life.
Just a little vignette of life from the beach. Where the world is right at your toes, and sometimes it’s better to find a cold beer, a palm tree and let it all roll past you.
One of my first assignments at Brooks was to photograph something symmetrical. Since then I’ve sought it out and have infused that particular aesthetic into a lot of my work. The original assignment called for perfection (without use of a mirror) and the instructor went through each slide taking it apart for the minor details that negated the perfect symmetry. I however, have grown to love those imperfections, geeking out over a discarded coffee cup or streak of clouds that balance the frame to one side or another. It’s the flaws in a scene that makes it human.
