Into the Mood

"I want to make sure it's nasty weather."
"Going for super moody spooky mystic dark imagery."

"Bring your Gore-Tex."

And that was about it for the creative brief.  The way I like it.
I asked if he wanted to say something more about the job starting tomorrow up in The Russian River Valley.
"Nope."
"Good, the less you say, the better the finished product."

And we went back to playing some music.

Supposed to rain the next few days, probably muddy as shit out in vineyards.
Hot coffee in a Thermos weather.  Hunched over cold.  I'm bringing pieces of plywood so the legs of the ladder have some mudshoes to keep from sinking.
Am trying to come up images for a wine label.

Love, love these types of jobs.

So, I've been biking around West Oakland the last couple days with a camera and one lens just to sharpen up a bit.
Into the Mood.
The Mystic.

 I couldn't tell but it looks like some PG&E nuclear waste holding area.

When I do bike around the neighborhood and photograph, I have a Exposure story going on so the new ones I sprinkled in here.  West O

Came across a street memorial for a drive-by that was front of a "Welcome to Oakland" sign
Still finding churches to shoot, can not believe how many there are in this part of Oakland.
Can't believe how many people are living on the street.  In their cars, in RV's, in tents, in America.

And after years of promising to deliver, I'm making good.
I had spent two years shooting a personal project, bought a huge ass printer to print them out and made five complete portfolios.  Gave two to my kids and promised a frame that the photos can be viewed and changed out for next one.
That was years and year ago.
Since I'm in a tying things up mood lately I wanted to get this one off the books and onto a wall.
Putting it off for years and took a day to make.  Seems silly not to have done this.  Sooner.

Making it smooth.

Shavings arranged.