Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Location: Route 66 - Ludlow, CA / Settings: (Pano) 5 shots at F2.8, ISO 3200, 15 seconds.

Gear: Canon 6DRokinon 14mm LensManfrotto TripodRemote Shutter-release and Canon Speedlite.

Model: Astrobandit

Shooting in the middle of the road is normally something I wouldn't recommend; but in the middle of nowhere on historic route 66 - it's pretty much a given. 

This was a 5-shot vertical pano, and during this shoot, the same dude on a scooter drove past us not once, or twice, but three damn times! 

The first time we got out of the road quickly because you never know how fast people are going on these desolate roads.

The second time I was beginning to get a bit annoyed.. But the third time I just had to put my hands up and was ready to just give up on the shot. He honked as he drove by and we tried the shot again - finally got one just as another car was coming towards us in the distance.

For this type of shot, it required the road to be vacant for about 3 minutes - a tall order, apparently.

Why did the light-skeleton cross the road?

Location: PCH - Big Sur, CA / Settings: (Composite) Light art at F8, ISO 100, 51 seconds. Stars at F2.8, ISO 3200, 15 seconds.

Gear: Canon 6DRokinon 14mm LensManfrotto TripodRemote Shutter-release and Night-Writer

'He had a bone to pick' - *ba dum tss*

On a real note - this is not a smart thing to do.

I'm pretty quick at illustrating skeletons and this road goes on forever in both directions, so I'm minimizing my risks a bit, but it's still not smart to light-paint in middle of the road - you could end up like my light-skeleton.

Dust Bowl Vision

Location: Anza Borrego Desert, CA

I don't know about you, but this image speaks to me about the current state of Southern California and what is already a serious situation about the lack of drinking water, and lack of decent solutions. 

It also makes me think of the dust bowl era in American 1930's.. Are we destined for another?

dust bowl

The adventures of Hobo Baggins - Volume I

Hobo Baggins sets off on the journey of his after-life without a penny to his name.

After scoring a ride with a lonesome trucker, Hobo Baggins gets dropped off on the wrong side of the tracks in an industrial section of Los Angeles. The trucker was kind enough to share a smoke and point him in the right direction. Hobo takes one last look back into the dark and begins a long walk towards the light.

downtown railroad

After following the tracks for hundreds of miles up the coast of California, Hobo arrives in Portland, Oregon in a much better state of mind.

portland tracks

Continuing his journey into the woods with a pair of red boots he picked up in Portland, Hobo Baggins is inspired and in awe of the natural beauty that surrounds him.

After months on the road, Hobo arrives in Ojai, CA on an olive orchard, transformed and enlightened by his travel experiences.