Necking.

(Rosewood)

One person's trash is another's canvas.

After spending a few days helping a good friend on a cross town move into her new apartment in L.A, Jefri was able to swipe this light and bring it home to turn into functional art. The light was originally one of a pair but after the other light took a fall and broke it was no longer as appealing as a single light, so Jefri decided some color was in order. I couldn't have agreed more.

A few more from The Red Room

It was an absolute pleasure of mine to shoot The Red Room, the Inland Empire's premier recording studio a few weeks ago. Now after going through all of the photos and conversing with the owner, I have some final shots to show you. We were both really pleased with the outcome of the shoot.

After getting the photos to the owner of the studio, it's now time for me to move on and finish producing the panoramas of both the control room and the tracking room.

Foggy Ridges

June gloom rocks. I am not ashamed to admit this. Unless it's the June gloom that sits around all day and completely denies the sun, I get stoked waking up in the summer to a little marine layer. It's a nice break from the heat looming right above the clouds. On one of these grey, wet mornings, I decided to climb up to the top of the Santa Ana mountains near my home. I got to the top and found myself engulfed in a moving fog bank. It was great hiking through the clouds that were moving in a way that they seemed to pour over the ridge. Attacking my olfactory department was the heavy smell of ash from a controlled burn the fire department had done along the ridge the day prior. The fire cleared the area around the trail that was once surrounded by grass, brush, and small trees.

Be here or be square.

Big swells of years past.

A very angry looking Cylinders.

Wave breaking through the middle of Newport Harbor.

The Wedge with onlookers.