Somehow this scene always reminds me of a Mad Max movie. The future wasteland with sparingly placed outposts and desperate security such as man powered gates and fences that push- out of the way when people need to come in. Alas, this is Torrance California, almost a wasteland but not yet for a few years...
Tag Archives: Night Photography
One Light
One light, one car. A solitary street with nothing on it. Dirt and gravel, asphalt and fence. A lovelorn truck with nobody in it.
Landyacht Ahoy
I always liked these old trailers, but never thought to look up the companies info or history. One night as I was wandering around industrial Costa Mesa I happened upon one. From my best guess, it looks like a 1955-58 caravan model of some sort. I think they were in the middle of a restoration...
Early Morning in the Rain
There is a really cool smell and feeling every time it rains. Maybe that’s just because we don’t get very much of it here in Southern California. Having the sky transform into a murky opaque soup while the wind blows water on everything and cleans it is truly a spectacle, even if just a small...
Invisible yet obvious
“Windy night over refinery in Torrance Ca”
Here is a normal phenomenon we take for granted every day. In the quest to quantify only what we see and touch in our electronic world, we totally forget some of natures forces. Wind is fantastically obvious in effect and force. Yet it is totally invisible of its own.
The...
Inoperative Giants
Giants from the past in Boston Harbor
Before the arrival of English and European settlers. Local Native Americans fished and planted crops along the coasts of the 30 or so Islands that dot the Harbor. In the early 1600’s the Massachusetts Bay Company, a small band of Puritans led by John Winthrop, landed and began settling...
Quarters Only
Only your quarters can save this Kiddie ride. Only this ride can disrupt a conversation on this phone. Shadows came and stole the laughter.
Bridges exist for a reason
Sometimes they should be used, and sometimes they should be burned figuratively speaking
Let us bow our heads and play
Let us bow our heads and play
We forget sometimes to enjoy the simplest of things that have been given as gifts. Be as children.