They are there. Here's a picture of one. There is a homeless woman who lives off and on in the park. A man once was yelling at her calling her "Maddie" and this drawing looks a bit like her. She kept rabbits in a hidden part of the park until they started a construction project. Whenever anyone got close to them she would stand and stare intently. I never saw her confront anyone, even when her well-hidden rabbits were about to be discovered.
Helicopters are like rainbows, but at the end of many helicopter arcs is something bad. I was once drawn to photojournalism. Like any onlooker, I am curious, using the camera as my shield.
One step farther down the camera line. The HF100 will suffice until the RED Scarlet shows up. Still getting familiar with the menu controls while testing different microphones. Saturday's shoot in Malibu was done with LUMIX and Kodak V1253 pocket cameras.
A red Toyota triplet. I've noticed how cars in parking lots tend to gravitate together, and this is a good example. I believe it's unconscious. Maybe it happens more often when people work in the same building and develop patterns after a period of time.
The smell of toxastic, the smell of burnition. Smelling wastrells near the Metro station in North Hollywood, California just after 9 am, January 7, 2008.