Spent this morning gripping and gaffing for a muy tiny production of political ads for the right side. By right I meant the correct side, the side on the correct side of history.
Up a ways in Northern California, with a former United States Presidential candidate speaking his mind into the camera. He's on his great grandfather's land from the 1870's. He and his father were governors of California multiple times.
That's him sitting, waiting for us to set up. Earlier, as we rolled into the property, a family of Elk walked the ridgeline here, the bull Elk with a magnificent rack, the sun behind them. Pure beauty.
I've been living in California for 41 years and the quintessential California landscape of golden hills with trees sparsed never gets old. Even better when the hills just keep rolling and folding. Did the best I could given the no trespassing signs preventing a more studied composition.
Edit. I talked of the golden hills but only showed black and white.
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