There’s an essay that I’ve been working on and thinking about for the last several years. I think of it as my essay on scale, and the photos end up being drawn mostly from SF, but from other places as well. It’s about that moment when you look up and see the world as it is, and for just a moment realize how big things really are. There may be a better set of words to describe what I’m talking about. An actual essay, in addition to a photo essay? Maybe, but I need to at least figure out what I’m talking about first. Maybe it’s also about my personal discovery of just how big the world is, and how small I am in it. The truth is these are just glimpses of something much larger; to take in the whole thing would kill you, or at least drive you bonkers. Or maybe it’s not something you can look at the whole and understand. More like you can see a corner of it and understand the whole better. Looking up at the stars is seeing forever, and it just looks flat. Looking at mountains many miles wide and tall is the same; it’s scenery. Introduce some perspective somehow, and suddenly things pop into place.
Posted on 2013-12-24T07:52:00Z GMT
Getting out there was an adventure. We waited to get on the Bay Bridge for 2 hours. I have no idea why, but for some reason, everyone was trying to get to SF. So, by the time we got to Pacifica, it was fairly late and most of the festivities had died down. I was just a dozen or so folks, sitting around a fire pit, playing banjo or bongos or bells, singing, drinking still more homebrew. There was also (unpictured) a dessert made of apples, with cinnamon, sugar, then grilled, which was amazeballs. A really nice night.
Posted on 2013-12-21T17:45:23Z GMT
I’m not sure if these photos are out of order or not, It may have been one of those weeks wehe I did two rides to the beach. I know there’s a racoon in the fourth one. I really like the gas station, for the shape of the awning and the apartments in the background. I know there’s cold brew, waiting for me to decant it. Edit to add: thing I forgot to talk about because no coffee when I wrote this. The feeling of bombing down market street at night, right into the heart of the city, weaving in and out of traffic. The best. (As I’ve said before, all the parts of that ride are the best).
Posted on 2013-12-20T15:36:36Z GMT
been a while since I rapped at ya. I had a creative block that needed to be removed; blasted through, if nothing else. In the end, I decided the photos I was worrying over wenen’t even that great, so I just cut them and moved on. Somtimes, it’s startling to realize that even though I’ve been doing photography seriously for 15 years, I still don’t know what I’m doing.
Posted on 2013-12-19T15:53:41Z GMT
Long weekend. Walking around festivals is exhausting. This was hardly simply, or hardly strictly, or something like that. A music festival that was a little bluegrass and a lot of other things: Gogol Bordello was playing, which was my main attraction. I remember being so exhausted at the end of this day that instead of going out to dinner with some friends, we cancelled on the way to dinner and went home to crash. And the last photo is sort of a ‘fuck you’ to past me, that thought going all B&W would stop the sunsets.
Posted on 2013-12-12T06:33:44Z GMT
