“You should blog more,” the windmills told me. Not really, I’m not Tony Pierce. But I should. There’s a huge mountain of backlog again, although somehow I’ve been posting some of it and not removing it from at least some of the stashes I have around; big, loose edits I generally do when I import stuff, so it gets synced to lightroom cloud. So it’s a bunch of work to figure out what’s been posted, but I know these haven’t, I just shot them yesterday.
Speaking of lightroom and clouds, there’s a new feature in lightroom’s selective edits panel, that lets you magically select the sky. It made editing these a ton easier, lemme tell you.
I shot these while we were ill-advisedly driving on Dec 23rd, christmas’ eve eve. 12 hours for what is normally an eight hour drive; we were going to fly home, but tickets were super expensive; we started looking at nearby airports and included socal, so there we were, chasing a $600 discount. Should have just flown, losing a day and gas and hotel at both ends and it’s pretty much a wash. at least I got some good pictures? Sophie drove while it was light, and I drove in the dark. Her night vision is great, and it makes her nervous when I shoot and drive, so it works out.
What else? we’re in OKC for xmas and a few days. Not seeing many people because COVID OMICRON, and the people we do see will be seen outside. Both of us are at three shots and a recent case of delta, so probably at peak immunity for this wave anyway. Not that means much, but layered on all the caution we can muster while still living our lives? I think it stands as reasonable.
Sorry for the typos, I’ve been up since two timezones ago yesterday morning and only got 4 hours of sleep in the hotel last night for unfun reasons. I really wish there was a way to know when you’re booking online if the beds are actually comfy? like I don’t care about most amenities, but that would be nice. I’m not asking for a Kluft (one of which I tried, after asking the matress salesperson his favorite; I almost fell asleep on it instantly, as if it was drugged; for $20k it better come with drugs). A decently up to date holiday inn has a fine bed that I can sleep many hours on. Not last night.
At least today was pretty easy, brain-wise. just had to be in the right places at the right time, not take off my mask on any planes, not even for the lovely in flight coca-cola, which is somehow better than other coke. Just up and down and out, a little light reading, a little Train to Busan which I’ll probably finish watching tomorrow.
I did enjoy driving this time, though. Even though the conditions after the sun went down were pretty bad. It was raining the whole time I was driving basically, real downpour for a lot of it, lots of traffic. Not the worst driving conditions or the worst traffic on an interstate in the middle of nowhere, but both were top 5 for sure. I like situations like that though, it’s just you and the road really, and a place you’ve got to get to. Mind wanders, and you think about old stuff and new stuff; how towns are settled or how boundary conditions affect mask sealing or whatever comes to mind. It’s like being a little high? but also not at all high, because if you stop concentrating on the important things at all, you die?
I think it’s sort of because the stuff that’s at the forefront is so rote, the background thoughts are more noticable? or possibly it’s the shower thought phenomenon, where there’s a bunch of white noise and other sensory input, and it’s feeding the creative background machine somehow? I don’t know.
I’ve babbled enough, and I need sleep. I might come back and try to knock this into something more sensible tomorrow.
Posted on 2021-12-25 08:20:01Z GMT
I don’t think I’ve previously published these, if I have, you’ll have to excuse me. These are from when we went to Colorado to house-sit; at the end of that trip we rented an AirBnB in Breckenridge and drove up. There was a light snowstorm that started coming down as we left Denver; coming over the pass felt a little hairy, but not nearly as bad as it looks. I’ve certainly driven in worse conditions.
Some Oklahoma friends came and met us in Denver, and drove up as well. This was our substitute trip for what would have been a euro vacation for Sophia’s birthday; we’d planned on a big trip that year because we hadn’t been able to go anywhere more foreign than NYC in 2019. We all isolated for two weeks and got negative tests, we were so careful. There were a lot of unknowns for us; at the time, I don’t think we knew even that fomite transmission had been mostly ruled out. Vaccines were sometime in the future, if at all. In any case, we did it, because the risk of not going was on balance worse than staying put. I think a lot of people reached that point some time last year.
People are bad at assessing risk and at the same time there comes a point when abstinence isn’t an option, you just figure out what the best mitigation strategies are to do what needs to be done, and go with that. I don’t know why I feel the need to justify myself, a lot of people were doing a lot worse than isolating in various places away from home last fall. So I’ll stop.
And anyway. Mountains. Incredible snow-capped peaks.
We were there before the lifts were officially open, so it was quiet, just us and the snow.
Posted on 2021-10-07 07:12:24Z GMT
I think the San Pablo project is over, or at least dormant; I think about it now in the past tense, and the best ideas I’ve had for the work in the last while was to do something else, branched off from the set of rules that was the project, more or less. I don’t think I’ve got a book’s worth of photos; I don’t even know if I’ve got a small gallery show. I need to sort of take a look and see what there is.
This was a night where we went out to get burgers, at a place called Al’s that google tells me is still in business. I found out earlier today the bowling alley, Albany Bowl, is closed. This was almost two years ago, so I’m not super surprised. The whole deal with bowling is being inside, and there’s not a lot of that going around. At least restaurants were able to do takeout/delivery and go less into debt staying open.
Anyway, still working through the backlog. I’m bouncing around a bit because there are actually several backlogs, as it turns out, with photos from lots of different things that happened, that I edited and then sat on, for whatever reason. They’re good photos, Bront, so I’m going to go ahead and put them here. That’s what blogs are for.
Posted on 2021-08-10 07:53:08Z GMT
I think these are going to be in random order again, posting from my ipad so it’s a little different. i’m not gonna worry about it. Two nice portraits, taking hanging out on Kawan and Carlee’s porch last January, which I somehow still hadn’t gotten to. Plus the light on the clouds, also his porch. Then, finally, the new span of the bay bridge, seen from the nice little overlook at the end of the cycle/pedestrian walkway. It’s a good bit of exercise to get out there on the bike.
To everyone who’s photo I’ve taken over the last several months, they’re coming. Probably out of order, probably long overdue, but they’re coming.
Posted on 2021-07-29 07:40:38Z GMT
Holdup. Wait. Stop. Lemme back up. For years, my friend Joseph has been talking about this great place he knew, out where his friend, Jack, had a piece of mostly undeveloped land in the delta, which is what locals call the area east of where the Sacramento and San Joaquin rivers come together. The first time I heard about this was probably two years ago? Everybody liked the idea of throwing a party out there, maybe a small festival, camping, cooking out. Starlight, loud music, good friends, swim in the river during the day, that sort of thing. I think the plan at the time was to make it happen the next summer.
We all know what happened instead, the next summer.
This summer, though, the year of our lord 2021, the stars aligned; everyone was able to get vaccinated, Jack’s place was still standing, and he’d even put in some improvements. Solar, a shower, tomato plants that weren’t quite ripe (but growing like crazy in that heat). The place is about two hours from our house, not including waiting on the car ferry to the island. Jack had also mowed down the field around his little shack/deck arrangement where most of the action was focused, so there were nice spots for all of us to pitch our tents.
We camped, we swam in the delta, we partied. The pictures cover that probably better than I could with a long essay about it, so I’m going to let them.
Edit to add: this was, without doubt, the healing moment I needed after 18 months of pandemic lockdown. Thanks Jack, Joseph, Austin, Benny, Hannah, Carla, Mike, Chris, and of course, Sophie, for coming together and making it happen.
Posted on 2021-07-28 02:49:59Z GMT