TO ALL THOSE WHO EXPRESSED WONDERFUL THOUGHTS, HOPES AND PRAYERS, THANK YOU. CAITY IS DOING FINE….FEW MORE BUMPS AND NICKS, BUT ALL IN ONE PIECE AND BACK AT WORK. KIDS. DROP ‘EM, AND THANKFULLY, MOST OF THE TIME, THEY BOUNCE PRETTY GOOD….
In Vancouver, teaching at the Vancouver Workshops, run by Marc Koegel and his wife Xenija. News flash. Its December in Vancouver. Its raining.
I love it here. Even the rain and the mist. The workshop is always populated with gracious and easygoing people, and the whole place is, well, relaxed. Now compared to Manhattan, which is a city that has the toothpick chewing, maalox guzzling, fast twitch fiber mentality of an air traffic controller, just about anyplace might seem relaxed, but Van is you know, really, really, easygoing, eh?
Always like working here. The dance community is wonderful, and I was able to work again with Alison Denham, a truly wonderful modern dancer who freelances here. She just choreographed and danced her own creation in a sold out show this past weekend called Exchanges, and she is gracious enough to pose for us at the workshop.
Shot these Sunday after meeting with the Vancouver Strobist group and playing with some SB 900 units out in the street. Quickly created a couple looks with hard and soft light, and the shadows of the doors and lettering. Great group. I got pinged on email by Andrew Strain, a local strobist, and was able to stop by for a couple of hours before heading over to the workshop. Its hard to overestimate the reach of David Hobby and the international community he has created via his teachings and blog. Pretty amazing.
The studio was given over to the group by Pacifica Photography, which does alot of shooting and community, grassroots organizing and benefit work in the Vancouver community, as well as internationally. Good folks.
Sorry if I confused some folks last post or so by referring to the land inside the yellow border. Whenever I am on assignment for the National Geographic, I just always refer to it as that mysterious looking glass place beyond the yellow border. And we were definitely out there. No cell service, no internet. I think where we were didn’t even have a frikkin zip code. Never can say much about what is being worked on. Have to wait for publication, usually some six months out.
I can say it was a bit nutty. Out in the desert. Vehicles getting stuck in sugar like sand. No RV could get in there, so we just made do throughout the day by working our ass off and then staying awake to light large immovable objects from the backs of pickup trucks in the dead of night. Many thanks to my good friend Rob Stephen, who has worked with me many times and runs Photo Monkey out of San Diego. He’s a great producer, shooter and grip, and it was his sense of preparedness that saved our butts throughout 4 freezing nights in the desert.
It was still nasty though. Crew of six guys in the desert. No facilities. One crockpot. No women. It was amazing to see how fast we regressed to caveman status. Dinnertime was right outta Blazing Saddles, I tell ya….