Surfing the wave

 
Los Angeles, 2010. Hang on a little longer.

 
Los Angeles, 2010. Something different about driving at night.

Some years are more difficult than others. To help launch 2010 with the right attitude, I recommend some comedy—there will be plenty of drama without us helping it along.
 
To that end, I recommend one of my favorite pieces of laugh out loud funny writing: Patton Oswalt’s first person review of the KFC Famous Bowl over at the Onion AV Club.
 
Enjoy and Happy New Year.

 
Santa Monica, 2009. December’s done. Here comes 2010!

 
Los Angeles, 2009. Shooting infrared on digital. No time to stop.

 
Los Angeles, 2009. Looking towards the Palisades from above Temescal in July.

 
Los Angeles, 2009. Pee-wee Herman (Paul Reubens) confused about sending his first tweet at the Twitter Conference last week at the Skirball Center.

I spent most of last week at a great conference for networking and naturally stayed in that mode through the weekend where most strangers I encountered reacted to me like I was nuts.
 
I wasn’t interacting much differently than normal except that I had a slightly higher than normal willingness to engage with strangers in the usual places one encounters them when out and around. They were having none of it–although I did see a few more smiles than usual. My weekend was a little more pleasant too.

 
Boston, 2002. Sometimes I miss shooting on film. On a shot like this, you just couldn’t know what you had until hours (or days later).

 
Santa Monica, 2009. Things are looking up.

 
Austin, 2009. Cold night.

 
Austin, 2009. It’s good to go low-res.

One of the things I’d forgotten since my last trip to Las Vegas a year ago was how most ATMs in the hotels in town alert you to remove your cash from the tray by playing the sound of coins rushing out of a slot machine along with the familiar flurry of notes played for prize winners.
 
Of course when the ATM plays that sound, the only one really likely to be winning anything is the casino in which it sits.

 
New York, 2006. In some hole of a bar in the Village.

 
Santa Monica, 2008. I’m always looking for the angles.

 
New York, 2006. 8th Avenue. I only noticed the people hours later.

 
Los Angeles, 2006. Digging a little deeper into the archives.

 
Santa Monica, 2008. The moon was nearly full, but I was too impatient to shoot it ‘right’.

 
Santa Monica, 2008. Somehow the night is different in November.

 
New York, 2008. I was already thinking about the flight home.