Life

Well, I got out in the late morning, around 10-ish, and took a drive up the 405. On my way, I averted my attention and saw thousands of flags planted next to graves at the veterans cemetery in Westwood. After a quick exit off the freeway I found my self next to a huge veteran memorial event. I parked and prepped my camera and began shooting away at anything that caught my attention. After the finale of the ceremony where canon balls were rumbling the grounds and rifles were bursting in to the air, and the USC marching band, dressed in army uniforms, played a patriotic march, I snapped a quick shot of this aged man who was quietly observing a "photo op" where some got to take pictures with a militia. His wrinkles and his eyes are what caught my attention. Some times I like to think that age marks are merely imprints of wisdom, and yet, at the same time, scars of life's roughness.

Long Time No Post

Well it has been a while since the last time I posted a photo. I remember telling myself that I am going to write one post per two days . . . that didn't go to well. The truth is I've been pretty busy, because I was on the lookout for a place to live in Culver City. It is just to darn expensive in this town, thus I am moving to Orange County for an undeclared amount of time. I've been trying to find work around the city, but the film industry is not so hot right now, so there isn't much paid work for a non-union guy like me, but I have not given up hope. I may soon start an Internship on The Office, which is probably my favorite show on television.

Enough about me, the above photo was taken two days ago at the "Smog Shoppe" in Culver City. The venue was an old smog shop that an artist bought, and remodeled into a really chill loft with a big outdoor patio, a big dining room with a huge table for dinner parties, and a huge screen where people can project movies. People rent out the loft for special occasions. That night it was rented for a birthday party which ended with a magnificent pie fight. The photo above is of the birthday boy slamming a pie right into his wife's face. I am glad I caught the energy of the fight.