Scenes from Julian, California

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It's been a long time since I've gone on an adventure. My usual habits had me exploring and photographing San Diego's east county at least once or twice a month these past few years, but for a variety of reasons, this "tradition" mellowed out late last spring. Aside from a handful of visits over the summer, my life has largely been adventure free since then, and it's something I tend to really miss.

This past Wednesday, I spent a few hours visiting Julian, California with my buddy Will. On the way back, we stopped at a roadside turnoff I'd passed countless times before, but never really thought to explore. This place, called Inaja Memorial Park, consists of a small parking lot leading up to a short looped trail which offers a stunning view of the Santa Ysabel valley. Located at near the headwaters of the San Diego River, this site serves as a memorial to eleven men who lost their lives while fighting a 1956 forest fire [1]. Though we only stayed for a few minutes as we hiked the short trail, I had a chance to snap a few photos and shoot some b-roll.

Something about the empty (yet slightly hazy) sky led me to capture the negative space of the moment. Photographs like these, though simple and barely exciting, instill a sense of serenity and paradoxical focus. While lacking a true "subject," landscapes favoring negative space often speak volumes to the viewer. There's something inherently simple about a photo in which the vast majority of the frame is filled with either a solid color, or a slight natural gradient. It's modern, yet classic. And at the intersection of these two elements, one can find peace.

A Sea of Bodies

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During the school year, my ability to go out and take photographs on a whim greatly diminishes. Coupled with the fact that my main camera was out being repaired (but is finally back!), I just didn't take that many photos in January/February. This shot, however, is one of the last frames in a roll of film that took much longer to process than I ever intended. I can't remember exactly when I shot most of these pictures. I vaguely recall the crazy events of that day, and I recall having my camera that night at Extraordinary Desserts, but this image was a pleasant surprise when I finally got around to scanning it in.

You see, this roll stayed in its canister for roughly two weeks before I finally got around to developing it. Then it spent another two weeks or so hanging in my room to dry, a process which actually only took an hour or so to complete before it morphed into being a mere symbol of my laziness. Yet here it is, a photograph from that elusive roll of film. With my main camera back, I can't wait to see what photos dwell in my near future.