Coming down from Elysian Park and Angel’s Point took us over the Elysian Park Overpass just above the 110. As I got into position to take the first photo a truck with city workers drove by and they told me “you need a permit to take photos here.” I found that odd, but since I was told off by a security guard for taking photos of the skyscrapers on Grand Avenue when I was still little I thought for a second they might be serious. “Really?” I asked. “No, we’re just kidding,” they said and they drove off after wishing me a nice day. It was a silly little interaction I grant you, but still, it’s something to share.
Driving the winding roads down the hill took us past some colorful street signs– I have no idea what it all means, if anything; I hope it’s nothing sinister. I especially like the revised speed limit— imagine going so fast your car turns into a purple blob.
Once our day in LA was finished we went and picked up a coffee and pastry at Blue Bottle in the Arts District. It’s a charming coffee shop in an area that’s often used for filming. Plus there’s usually something fun with graffiti going on there too, as you can see from the colorful Willow Studios wall of hearts, so you can definitely use it for some cool photo shoots. Be warned, you’ll probably have to circle around a bit for parking though 😉
Let me know if you’ve ever used the Arts District for photo shoots and feel free to share your work 😀
The day started early, around 4am, so we could get to our first destination in LA by sunrise. As you can see, traffic got in the way of that a little bit, but with the camera ever at the ready even this small setback could be turned into a triumph.
I love the way the moon still hovered over the city as the sun started bathing LA in her golden rays.
Our first photo location was Elysian Park. It’s amazing how just a short drive takes you out of the hustle and bustle to this very peaceful and serene place; it’s a world of its own, and on a clear day I bet the view is breathtaking.
Using the camera my friends got me for my birthday a while back I was able to see Dodger Stadium quite clearly– I’ve never actually been there, but I got pretty close with the zoom, right? 😉
I spent yesterday morning in LA scouting some locations for future photo shoots and checking places out that other people recommended online.
One of the stops on the list was the Chinatown Metro station. I have to admit that I’ve never actually taken the metro (or any trains) in California, mostly because it’s not ever a convenient means of transport when I’m going somewhere, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am fascinated by trains and tracks and all that goes along with them.
This collection shows some of the views that caught my eye. Stay tuned because I’ll be sharing other photos from different locations soon!
I’ve recently had the chance to photograph a subject I haven’t worked with a lot before: instruments!
One of my best friends is in a band now (he plays guitar and bass) and I’ve been able to attend four of his shows in the last few weeks. It’s brilliant– not only can I be there to support my friend and enjoy the performance, but I also get to act as photographer and capture the moments for them.
Stay tuned for an upcoming post about the band, Waker Glass (@waker_glass), and to see some photos from their recent shows.
A poem inspired by the German fairy tale “Undine” by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué. It’s been years since I’ve read this story, but somehow the image of a water spirit wouldn’t leave me alone today and so I wrote this as a result.
She stood A stone in the stream Parting the water with her presence The current swirls around her Ribbons of white and blue Pulling the fabric of her dress Transforming it into a purple flower That blossoms in front of her Bit by bit it dissolves Tiny petals of violet Carried off To some unknown place Until she is bare Her skin pale Her body chilled Her spirit refreshed Droplets fall from her hands When she lifts them into the air Diamonds Catching the sun Containing each a whole universe Yielding to gravity Returning back to their source Like a summer’s rain Returns eventually to the sea And the snow on the highest peaks Eventually Nourishes the deepest roots She was home Back in the brook In the heart of the forest Birdsong The whispering wind The faint buzz of bees Filling her ears Her mind wiped clean Of worries and fears Certain of herself As she was in her youth Carefree Born again.
It’s amazing how many people go running there in the morning or spend their lunch hour there throughout the day.
I imagine that if I lived in Sydney I’d spend countless hours in the garden, enjoying the green and colorful oasis right in the heart of that busy and beautiful city. It’d be perfect– I’d be super fit from running, could have picnics there to soak up inspiration and sun, and relax in the fresh air. 😀
I have been revising this poem for the last few days, but I think it’s finally finished now; this is the third version of what was quite a bit longer the first time around.
I can’t remember who said it originally— maybe it was Hemingway?— but the teacher I had for my creative writing classes at university told us we should keep writing even if we thought a piece was finished. I did that for my initial draft: I got my ideas out so I had all the “raw materials” to work with. What started out as a very freeform 38-line poem is now a much stronger 20-line piece.
Editing is a hard process for me; it takes me a lot of time and effort and most of the time I cut things out only to put them back shortly after because I figure “I put it there for a reason, why take it out now?”
Each time I approached this poem I managed to chisel a little more away, always tightening the structure, and distilling the words until I had only the essentials. Some lines or images I quite liked didn’t end up in the final version, but that just means I can use them in a different piece.
Typically most of what I write is heavy, sad, or dark. As such, I’m happy to say that this piece deviates from that mood a bit, and moreover that it might be my new favorite 🙂
Wishes From Me to You
Forget diamonds and pearls Instead bring me a daisy chain A thing so delicate Made with your own two hands
Forget a dozen long stemmed roses Instead bring me a single flower You found on your way home To show me that you thought of me
Forget talk of money and wealth Instead tell me all your dreams Share with me your mind and soul And I’ll share mine with you
Forget a mansion or estate Instead let us build a simple home One that grows and shrinks with us Breathing like we do
Forget a legacy to leave behind Instead let us build our life A stream of moments Bound together by our love