This is the Venice Boardwalk at Sunset. I miss warm weather.

I really like this picture even though I don't know why. It's the back lot to the "Chubby Weiner" on Western.

The internet connection that I am stealing from a neighbor of mine hasn't been working lately. I haven't been able to post because of it. And I still don't have a working scanner.

Here is a polaroid I took right after moving back to Chicago from Los Angeles. This is from my bedroom window, and that damn street light would keep me up at night until we found some thick, dark curtains to stop the light from coming in. My last polaroid in Los Angeles was this picture I posted a couple of weeks ago.



Very interesting indeed.

Here, I'm trying to capture the "old magic" of my early

childhood spent in the Northeast.

A couple of years ago, I saw this amazing photograph by Henry Wessel; he managed to photograph a wave right at it's breaking point. I figured by his vantage point, he must have been on long pier that was able to take him far enough into the ocean to get behind or next to the big waves the surfers catch. Wessel's California photographs, especially those on the beach, are mostly centered around Santa Monica and Venice. The Venice Pier is amazing; no fuss, no games, no rides, just a giant concrete pier that must go at least a half mile into the ocean. The polaroid camera doesn't work as quick as a SLR camera, so I had to catch this at just the right moment. It's a little blurry, and the lighting is a little low, but I still like to this that this is my homage to Henry Wessel.