Monday, April 6, 2015

Above the Drought(for Getty Images)

Got the opportunity to fly over parts of San Diego County to capture images of our ever-shrinking water supply. It's a neat perspective from up high because you see just how dependent we are on water to keep our lawns green and pools filled and Oranges and Lemons hanging from our trees. When we are in the confines of our yards, we just see Green. When see it from above, you realize it's all just a charade. We have rows of homes that have these neat little square/rectangular plots of color juxtaposed against patches of brown, dry, dead plots of uninhabited land. I mean, we all know it, we just work to hide it by planting shrubs and building walls to keep the brown stuff out of site. I think the days of this unending supply are coming to an end and we will eventually have to get creative and come up with better solutions. We've been at it looking for alternative energy sources so I see no reason we can't do it for water(i.e. desalination) So far I've seen some neat Xeriscape designs, companies that paint lawns green and turf that is starting to look pretty close to the real thing. In any event, I have no doubt California will come up with something. We have a lot of crazy, brilliant, wealthy, tree hugging folks out here that i believe will come up with a series of solutions.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Wild, Weird Jacumba, CA(For The Sacramento Bee)

Shot a travel story on Jacumba, CA (pronounced Ha Coomba), a tiny town about 70 Miles East of San Diego and right on the U.S-Mexico Border. It's a funky, weird little enclave which basically consists of a spa hotel (Jacumba Hot Springs Spa) and a clothing optional RV park (De Anza Spa). I didn't know of this from my assignment sheet and was pleasantly surprised as my guide, David Landman, who owns both sites and is the unofficial mayor of the town, drove me into the RV park. As we got out of the car, we headed into the clubhouse where there was an office, pool area, restaurant and activity room. The walls were filled with photos of nudists playing Bingo, swimming, and socializing. Dave went out of his way to show me a photo of a Guinness Book of World Records contest where they were trying to cram the largest number of nudists into a pool. I think they were off by a few but was assured they would keep trying. He then invited me to come out on Memorial Day to participate. I politely declined. I was then whisked into an indoor pool area where there were several folks engaged in a game of nude water volleyball. I can honestly say I've never shot that before. Also, evidently, there is a league where they travel to different RV parks to compete.
I then just walked around the park; there was a bulletin board which posted clothing-optional activities such as hiking, BBQ dinner, Jenga Contest, and several other day and nighttime social gatherings. After shooting for about an hour, Dave took me down to his other property, the Jacumba Hot Springs Spa, which was a bit more tame. There were a few pools and a large Jacuzzi, which had that unmistakable smell of sulfur from the mineral water being pumped into it. There was a friendly bar and restaurant, and everyone seemed to know each other. I walked about a block down into the heart of town which had a small strip of abandoned shops on one side and a Mini-Mart on the other. It felt very desolate.
I would say overall it's an incredibly unpretentious place that is cheap and only an hour from San Diego. You really feel like you've time warped a few decades back. For me it seems like the total embodiment of the West. Come out, be free, soak up the sun, look out over the border into Mexico, and admire the strange rock formations and endless skies.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Border Mass(For Getty Images)

Boy, if there is ever a place to see Ground Zero on the effects of our immigration system and how it is impacting real people, visit Borderfield State Park, aka Friendship Park, in San Ysidro or Tijuana on a Sunday.
I went down to the Mexico side over the weekend to get photos of a non-denominational Mass that is held every weekend on both sides of the border fence. There were folks enjoying the outdoors and eating at the numerous Mariscos restaurants along the beachfront. Then, as you look north, it all stops as you hit the border. As I approached, there were a handful of worshipers, along with dozens of families, lined up along the wall visiting their relatives on the U.S. side. It all seemed pretty normal, grandma on one side remarking to her grandson how tall he had gotten, recent family photos being shown, news from back home, granddaughter’s new shoes, etc... All that until the tears started rolling, from relatives on both sides, and you realize these families are separated by this physical barrier. This keeps them from touching, hugging, coming over for dinner, seeing their grandkid's first steps, spending holidays together and all those special moments in life that you can't get from a phone conversation, letter or email. The stories from some of these folks are amazing and harrowing on why they decided to head North to the U.S., but the part of the difficulty is leaving their families, and culture behind.
The other group of folks were involved in the Mass, which took place on both sides of the fence. It had many of the normal rituals of a mass--a sermon, confession, singing, praying--except you were looking at a large metal, mesh fence with silhouettes of worshipers on the other side as opposed to an altar. It seemed to be tailored towards the hardships that many deportees face, as well as bringing peoples and cultures together. It was a really cool experience.
As I was walking back to my car, I noticed a group of kids playing soccer next to the wall and it just got me thinking how normal this was to them and how utterly strange (it is to me) to have your whole world end at this barrier a few feet away.

Monday, December 22, 2014

A glimpse of 2014


Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Few New Ones

Just a few new ones from assignemnts over the last few weeks. From the Virgin Galactic crash, to MEB training for the NY Marathon to Marine Vet suffering from PTSD and some immigration, had some really fun gigs.