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A Fall Fantasy

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

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Nothing deep to share. Or is there?

The past weeks have allowed me a lot of time and effort to delve into what many consider to be my forte, which is shooting surfing, nature,  beach culture and lifestyle.

So this blog is devoted to showing a few of the sights seen this last several weeks of Fall. It is a teensy sampling of over 1200 final images collected. The culmination of a huge number of commercial, editorial and personal interest projects.

Thanks to the beautiful place that I live in, and all my wonderful friends, commercial clients and publications for making such a huge collection possible. And to my girlfriend and principal stylist, Donna Von Hoesslin of Betty B.

Much looms on the horizon for us as we plunge towards Winter and a New Year.

Take a deep breath. Breath. And as my friend Korina instructed me to do yesterday: “Step on to the sand.”

Click on any of the images in the gallery for a larger view.

All of it was shot on the Canon5D Mark 2 and Canon and Tokina lenses, using SPL waterhousings.

Step On To The Sand

Step On To The Sand

Last but not least:

Ashes and Smoke

Monday, May 11th, 2009
fireline drop

fireline drop

Loss, this home was gone in moments

Loss, this home was gone in moments

Ashes and soot, someones former home

Ashes and soot, someones former home

How you feel, when you live through it and realize that you are winning.

How you feel, when you live through it and realize that you are winning.

All images above courtesy of Captain Doug Miser, Ventura City Fire Department.

Sundowner

Sundowner

Donna, Mary Osborne and a few friends were sitting at the bar of My Florist, an elegant little eatery in Ventura, which had a surf film playing on big LCD’s. Mary and I were discussing her boyfriend, Ventura Fire Captain Doug Miser,  and how she had a bad feeling about him the prior day as he and others from our town had been  initial respondents in the Jesusita Fire. Turns out that the crew had some tense moments in and around the time that we were both sort of stressing about them. Later that day Doug had sent some imagery from the fire line and let Mary know that he was okay but for awhile that day, they were not.

My phone rang and on the line was Shawn Alladio. Paul Schulte a pal of ours was being evacuated and his neighborhood was aflame. He said that things had worsened.

An hour later I was Northbound on the 101, full moon beaming as it sailed through a clear sky. My camera kit was tucked into the hatch of my MS 3 as we purred upcoast towards Santa Barbara. I wanted a better idea of the topography of the event that seemed poised to take out so much of the lives of my innumerable friends and family.

From the highway in Montecito I could see a red snake writhing on the mountainside above the town, working it’s way towards Cold Springs Canyon. Not good, but not imminently disastrous. As I exited the Fwy I drove a grid that took me all over the city for a couple hours. Dense smoke and ashes in varying degrees floated everywhere. As I drove out to the western edge of SB the ambient air temp rose from 68 to 78 degrees. Fire.

Law Enforcement poured off the freeway continually as outlying cities supplied reinforcements. The areas below the fire line were being evacuated.

I did not ever stop and take my camera out. I saw nothing I felt compelled to document. As the mountains, hillsides and homes wept flame and smoke I knew what would lay in the ashes of the town when it was eventually at rest again.

Sleep did not come easily to me at 4am. On my couch lay Aaron Marcellino who was helping me with a film project, and in our guest room, my sister and her husband. They had left SB, homes evacuated and smoke density being just too much to tolerate,  as the Jesusita Fire occupied the town.

A note arrived from Tony Luna. A pal of ours Grandmother had lost all, in her home in Mission Canyon. There it was, in essence. How does one fix that? When the retired elderly, living out the last of their days lose their lifeline?

I don’t know. And my lack of an answer is really disturbing to me.

The imagery below is Santa Barbara, in better days. Click on any of the images for a larger view and a back story. Truly a remarkable place. Birthplace of my sons, home of my friends and a community forged in social responsibility.

Santa Barbara. Gem of the California Coastline.

Santa Barbara. Gem of the California Coastline.

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