Today, I’m on a mission to find new locations to shoot. I’m cruising north on PCH towards Seal Beach and see this cool mural by Derick Montez. It’s located in the back of an ominous pink motel but thank goodness it’s during daylight hours so I should be safe. Creepy motel for real.
A fashion shoot in a harbor? Say what?! With so many harbors within a 30 minute drive between Long Beach and Dana Point, this happens to be the first time I’m actually shooting in one. I’m guilty. I should’ve would’ve could’ve done it sooner, I know. Glad that it’s happening now. By random selection, I ended up in this harbor, somewhere between Seal Beach and the south end of Long Beach, I think it’s called Alamitos Bay. I will do a better job of writing down the location because I have no idea where I am. The sun feels nice though. It’s quiet and no one is around to kick me off the dock. It’s going to be a good day.
I’m starting this year with a bang. A lime green bang. I need to break these bonds and get back to my roots of artistic expression. Have to let go of all that holds me down and just let it out. I’m looking forward to a new year. I’m finding a rhythm to this madness and discovering how fun it is. I found this neat little spot tucked away in a parking structure in Newport Beach. It was mid-day and they forgot to turn off the lights. Winner.
My solo photo shoots are challenging and present technical limitations but overall, I’m happy how the photos turned out. My dad had a better way to put it, he would say, “Nothing is free in life, not even the air we breathe.” He’s a smart guy.
I love exploring new locations especially when they randomly appear and make you say, “wtf?” When I pulled off the highway to get gas at a tiny place called Chiriaco Summit, this came out of left field. It appears to be over a dozen tanks scattered in the area. I thought my eyes were seeing things. Com’on. Tanks? Tanks?! Tanks! Seriously. What are these tanks doing out here in the first place. How the heck did they even get them there? All of a sudden, Curious George popped in my head and said, “Stop the car dork and go explore.” So I did.