Had the pleasure to shoot Mark & Stephanie’s wedding. A very lovely, super laid back couple. One side of the family from Texas, the other from the Philippines. Made a short one-minute film on my iPhone from an app my wife turned me on to.
Finding much inspiration while back home in Los Angeles. This is a film-sketch-idea from a day at Ventura I wish I could re-live over a few more times…music by Brian Eno.
While in Los Angeles visiting family I edited a short video of a recent trip to Upstate NY. Shot almost entirely at Keuka Lake. Music by: Beach House.
A late Spring visit to Kueka Lake, NY and almost all our time spent: early morning swims, grilled clams, lightning storms, fireflies over calm water, melted ice cream, New York pizza by-the-slice, cousins, mothers, father-in-law, a sister, World Cup on TV, chicken taquitos made on two separate days, avocados like $5 each, horse and buggies with Mennonite children, old family jokes, wet clothes, Franny & Zooey, not enough time, too many memories, too many ways to jump in cold water, too many days not at this Lake.
- June 5-17, 2014.
Here are a few images of some long-time Russian River dwellers that will appear in the next issue of Sonoma Magazine. Writer John Beck wrote a beautiful piece about what life was like for these subjects in their youth while they lived along the river.
River Keeper Don McEnhill on the remains of the Del Rio Dam. Now 51, McEnhill said his parents took him here when he was just a few days old and he’s never wanted to leave.
Suki Waters on Penny Island in Jenner. This was Suki’s playground as a kid and to me it felt like the Garden of Eden. We both wandered the lush island eating sun-warmed wild raspberries while I kept hearing Beethoven’s Pastoral Symphony in my head.
Guerneville historian John Schubert. We spent nearly an hour wading in the cool waters at Johnson’s Beach while he told me a million stories about a whole cast of characters he knew as a kid. Good sport for going in fully clothed too.
93-year-old Johnson’s Beach owner Clare Harris at the helm. The guy runs the place with a seemingly unyielding amount of energy. Johnson’s Beach won’t be the same place without out him and he knows it.
I really fell in love with the characters in this magazine piece, but what struck me most was how moved I was by the sense of mortality that came from spending quiet moments on the river like this one on a decaying monument like the Del Rio Dam.