I took this picture at an old, burnt down house that I always pass on my way out to the beach. For awhile now I've had an image of a photo shoot at this location. I wanted to have my friend/model Nicolette dress in some sort of dramatic, old fashioned garb and do a ghostly, Wuthering Heights inspired shoot. Yesterday I went out there alone to get a feel for the site and see what the lighting was like. I spent a grand total of five minutes there. The line "This is when the audience is screaming at you not to go any further" ran through my head a few times, an ominous "No Tresspassing" sign hung on the front of the building, and a swarm of flies were buzzing in a Lord of The Flies fashion. I snapped a few shots, chickened out, and left. Being there felt wrong. I don't know if I believe in ghosts, but it felt haunted. Perhaps I was just picking up on greif from the fire. I had expected the building to be empty, but there was burnt furniture and a destroyed piano still inside. Perhaps those items were what freaked me out. Signs of life and signs of the dead mixed together without borders: it's a very gothic concept. Whatever the reasons for my feelings, I felt like I was invading an area that should not be invaded, so I left.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Haunted House
I took this picture at an old, burnt down house that I always pass on my way out to the beach. For awhile now I've had an image of a photo shoot at this location. I wanted to have my friend/model Nicolette dress in some sort of dramatic, old fashioned garb and do a ghostly, Wuthering Heights inspired shoot. Yesterday I went out there alone to get a feel for the site and see what the lighting was like. I spent a grand total of five minutes there. The line "This is when the audience is screaming at you not to go any further" ran through my head a few times, an ominous "No Tresspassing" sign hung on the front of the building, and a swarm of flies were buzzing in a Lord of The Flies fashion. I snapped a few shots, chickened out, and left. Being there felt wrong. I don't know if I believe in ghosts, but it felt haunted. Perhaps I was just picking up on greif from the fire. I had expected the building to be empty, but there was burnt furniture and a destroyed piano still inside. Perhaps those items were what freaked me out. Signs of life and signs of the dead mixed together without borders: it's a very gothic concept. Whatever the reasons for my feelings, I felt like I was invading an area that should not be invaded, so I left.
Seaweed Salad
Care for some Seaweed Salad? It's a new delicacey. I should suggest that they put it on the menu at The Tides.
I took this picture on my venture to the Marin Headlands yesterday. I was happy with this picture because I finally felt like I took a picture that showed the colors I saw when I took the picture. I have seen other photographers take pictures that had vibrant colors, and I could never figure out why my pictures weren't turning out that way. Yesterday, I figured it out. The beach was quite foggy/overcast yesterday (no suprise for people who live in the area) which created a nice, even light. I didn't have to worry too much about shadows and each piece of seaweed had it's fair piece of light. If I could do this picture again I would use a higher apeture so the entire picture could be in focus, but I am happy with the lighting lesson I had yesterday.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Why Self Portraits?
I have been getting a lot of questions about why so many of my pictures on this site are self portraits. I think my photographic tendencies are best decribed with someone else's words. Check out what Sarah says at Ramblings of an Ever-Hungry Mind.
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