Can’t get out of a rut? Rethink creativity!
Sometimes we do very creative things, and then we stop, and we don’t understand why. We feel “less” creative, less inspired. Maybe the problem is how we think of creativity? Maybe there are two ways
Mission Magic
Rick Springfield is famous for singing about the girlfriend of his friend Jessie, and raving about her body and her eyes, and wanting to make her his – or get a girl like that anyway.
Impressions, Rising Sun
We get a lot of bad news. We get some good news, but we get a lot of bad news. If you look into popular music, though, the news we get are not so bad.
Scenes from the First Day of Summer
It felt like the first day of summer in two years because there was so much joy. I don’t want to speculate on the nature of this joy, I want to take it at face value. It felt like the first safe day of summer. …
Reach Out
Tom the photographer, Tom the doctor in philosophy, and Father Tom the disappointed religious scholar finally coexisted in an icon. The images were ludicrous at first, but the more you looked at them the more sense they seemed to make. …
California 1, Part 3
On Tuesday I got to spend more time with an old friend of mine: the California 1. Contrarily to what one could assume (or at least to what I assumed), the State Route 1 does
California Dreamin’ (is not the song you are looking for)
Social media abounds with posts tagged #californiadreamin. Santa Monica sunsets, Downtown dusks, lazy afternoons in Melrose, crisps brunches at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Malibu. San Diego. There, you are California Dreaming’. And if you have
CRASH: A Drone Story
I had not done video with the drone for a couple of months. Sure, I did take quite a few drone photographs lately, but nothing involving flight patterns where you are so focused on what
La Couleur Locale
This is a small study into the colors of Los Angeles. When you think of Los Angeles, and Coastal Southern California, you think of a warm mix of yellow, turquoise, purple and blue. And, basically,
California 1, Part 2
The road after Monterey was new and exciting to me. Every panel and exit sign looked like a page from Steinbeck’s novels. Monterey, Cannery Row, Salinas, Moss Landing, Santa Cruz. The land I drove through