"In which photons of many colors and intensities are gathered together, at the current whim of Stan."
It was the end of the 80's and we had been offered the gift of extended housesitting gigs in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
For years my photography has been almost exclusively in black and white, however during our multiple visits I began, with reborn eyes, to see in color.
The first "color" realization came as I was walking along the railroad tracks. A couple of miles from downtown I saw communications cables ready to be buried along the right-away. When I crawled under a small loop in the cables and was laying in the dirt I saw: "Rainbow Cables".
Visual spaces between Onsens.
Sights seen while walking around Santa Monica, Venice, Culver City, and Hollywood during our years in Southern California.
Photographs used in television, motion picture, and commercial productions between 2003 and 2014.
During my 15 year "visit" in Los Angeles, I was represented by a Burbank gallery that both licensed and sold many of my photographs to production companies, individual designers, and set decorators.
If any of these images seem familiar, you might have seen them in motion pictures, television programs, or commercials.
Art in the craft of retrofitting the California Incline in Santa Monica, California
The California Incline in Santa Monica needed replacing. Originally built in 1886 as a pedestrian bridge and rebuilt in the 1930's, the slanted bridge/roadway was recently deemed "structurally deficient" and reconstruction began April 20, 2015.
Over the next six months, from the bluff overlooking the worksite, I watched for brief, static moments, during this, choreographed from experience, dance between craftsmen, machines, materials, and the earth.
Gained a lot of respect, during those months, for construction workers.
Photons rounded up and corralled since moving back to Northern California.
Moved from Southern California back to Northern California a year and a half ago. After our 15 year "visit" to LA, we came back to both a familiar and a radically changed environment.
It took a couple of months before I even picked up my camera. It took a couple more months before I began to "see" the area with my current eyes.
Here are a few images from the "now", as I continue to make peace with my memories and my projections.
The Dumbarton is the southern-most bridge over San Francisco Bay, stretching from Facebook to Fremont.
This is part of a collection of meanderings under, and around the eastern end of the bridge.
I've been to many car shows - I'm of that age! But, at one of last year's events in Niles, California I experienced something new.
Usually I'm looking at the cars: the art, craft, design, engineering, construction details, and/or the other people - attendees/exhibitors - at a show.
I did all that, but I also experienced memory flashbacks from all of the cars that had marked periods in my life.
These, and also visions of old friends I had shared rides with over the years, added up to unexpectedly, nostalgic afternoon.