Sipping Atomic Sunsets at the Redondo Pier
Before the Atomic Sunset, I was being deliberately lazy today in Redondo Beach. Or better, I was sitting at the living room table listening to KJAZZ and editing family photos from the weekend. It was
Redondo Beach – Summer Strong
I’m hearing a lot of talk of end of Summer. The back to school feeling is not helping. But we’re still one month before the calendar will suggest it’s Fall. And the leaves still won’t
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. …
KE8208 Korean Air to Seoul
I brought my 100-400 lens to the beach earlier as Anne-Claire and I ordered pizza from a new truck on the Esplanade. A few minutes ago I was looking at my idle captures, I zoomed
Daniela and the (Obsidian) Edge of Time
Most good art deals with Time and Death. This has been the case since the Ancients invented Art. “What about Love?” you might wonder. When art is good, love is a function of time and death. Think of Shakespeare: all of his (their?) dramas about love are ultimately tales about death and time and how the two are joined in a ribbon. Time, timelessness, but also timeliness. Death, mortality, or (the unlikely) lack thereof. …
My LAX kind of feeling
I am not a big fan of flying. First, I’m sort of heavy set and each time I sit in an airplane I wonder if they got even smaller or I gained more weight (and
The New (Old) American Postcard
I’ll try to keep this short, as a postcard. My first batch of postcards have arrived! I don’t see them simply as postcards: to me, they are mini-artworks. If you are old (or hipster) enough,
Life and death in Hollywood
French philosopher Roland Barthes, in his 1980 book Camera Lucida, sets off his reflections by focusing on the relationship between photography and death. Portraits, he thought, are like revenants, and like ghosts, but they don’t
Once the party is over
The wind had offered such a display of gracious brutality a couple of days ago. And we all wondered before it, and rightfully so. It reminded us of Nature and her unmediated might. Made us