It's taken me a little while to figure out a direction post-gradschool.
I've continued to take pictures but nothing ever felt right.
I took a cue from a shitty season and let riding fall of the back while I focused more energy into figuring out how to move back into the art-making realm.
Mulholland Drive/Hwy starts somewhere in Griffith Park as a fire road and moves westward across the Hollywood Hills toward Santa Monica. It turns back into a gravel fire road just past the sight of Car-pocalypse 2011 and then drops into the Valley. There it picks up steam turning into a 2-lane highway. For another 35 or so miles it weaves through the Santa Monica Mountains toward Pacific Coast Highway. For a No-Coaster, used to the flat and the grid, it's amazing riding. I don't know how many miles I've logged on it but each time its offered up something different. Each ride has led to some sort've metaphysical artsy-bullshit self realization. Each ride has hurt.
I have this idea that training isn't about the mile you're currently on, it's about the mile before and the mile after. During some pseudo-epic ride I realize that this is how I feel about photography and its about time to combine the two.
The project started as an exercise. Really simple: photograph the parts of the ride you love. But I think its turning into something a bit better. Something that "works."
Here's 4 samples from October.
5x7 camera. Exposures are 10-25 minutes each. Shot between 10pm-2am.
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