El Mirage Dry Lake. Shot during the SCTA time trials. The 40 and red dot (rip).
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Yes, without a doubt good sir's and ladies I am a poet, and you better believe I knew it, or know it, or ... hey I said I was a poet not a novel editor, you smart ass you.
Occasionally, I am a functioning member of the photographic community and I "do work" (I feel like that could be the chorus to a little john song. "Do work!, Do work!, Do work!, OHHH KAY")
Ok, back to whatever it is I was doing. Yes yes, timelapse stuff. I have 4 or 5 time lapses I've shot that I never did anything with that I'm going to post here so they can get out in the real world. They were very sheltered living in my hard drive and one of them even fell for one of those ebay send money to Ethiopia scams.
San Diego Bay shot from a good place to have a beer.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Travis 40 ford in front of the shop (the running 40):
It rains very little in San Diego, of the California Republic. Usually only at night, and usually very lightly. (Though it sounds loud on the tin roof of the shop). If it rains for more then 3 hours with any relative strength the street you see before you floods. At least up to the first step. I love the rain. It is the misery that makes the sunshine what it is. There for, I end up loving the rain just as much as the sun. It's the metronome of keeping busy. The white noise of the tv with no cable. It scares all the bugs inside and leave the streets empty for me to drive around in. Usually to creepy delta blues or this
I think watching the final/directors cut of Blade Runner inspired this diarha of the mouth.