Scenes from a Clear Day
Today was a clear day. I was feeling a little off this morning, so I followed Hippocrates’ recommendation: “If you are in a bad mood go for a walk. If you are still in a
Tom Bertolotti | Portrait & Commercial Photographer in Redondo Beach, CA
Today was a clear day. I was feeling a little off this morning, so I followed Hippocrates’ recommendation: “If you are in a bad mood go for a walk. If you are still in a
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. …
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
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
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
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,
Euphoria signifies a “a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.” This word kept coming back to me as I climbed the Josephine Peak trail this morning, and as I walked down. You will understand me, because this is what
On Sunday morning I was out and about pretty early, and I was to pick up a Polaroid from a friend in Silver Lake at nine, so I decided to make the most out of
Yesterday night that gorgeous sunset drew me and my drone out. I had my safety beacon on so I lingered above my house a little longer, because I could not take my eyes off this.
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