
Best shots are the local shots. viewing down the canyon of Vasquez rocks
Last semester I was lucky enough to participate in a student workshop with the Getty Museum. They brought in Documentary Photographer Sudharak Olwe. This experience has completely changed the way I shoot, before this my photos were mediocre at best, just asked Wendy. Afterward the strength of my images has improved immensely.
I apologize for the late post, it has been a hectic week. But as for the image above I realize it isn't a very interesting picture, or aesthetically pleasing picture, but the time and subject of the image are what hold meaning to me. This picture was taken with my phone right after I bought my first DSlR. I was so exited and so grateful for my grandfather because he had co-signed for a loan to buy this very camera, and he trusted in me to really put his credit to good use. The point of this image was to document a particular time in my life that was a true turning point. It has got me to think about how often we take pictures and why we do. Whether it is for pleasure, for beauty, or just purely to document.. we ALL take pictures.

May 1st often is referred to as May Day for the past several years; organizations take this day to bring awareness to major issues happening in our country. Especially, with immigration reform in the United States. These pictures were taken in 2007. Picture #1 Police officers with their riot gear on ready for action. 2nd A woman in the front yelling “Si se puede”. 3rd People walking down waving U.S, flags in support of immigration reform.

Here is a sweet image of commitment to a new social landscape for this person. The world needs change in her mind, and she is no longer capable to enter in with the youthful abandon of an era passed. However, with all she has, and in an effort to be relevant still, she comes to small battle field and makes a stand for the future.
Since we were discussing Ansel Adams and Manzanar, I thought I'd post an image that I shot on a recent trip to that area. Visiting Manzanar is a profound experience. It is hard to believe that so many families were forced to live in those conditions.

One of the things that interests me as a photographer is the conflict between man vs. nature. Here is an example of that very theme. This image was taken at the old abandoned zoo in Griffith Park. I love the way nature is reclaiming what man once sculpted into the natural landscape. As I walked among the different enclosures it was hard for me to picture that animals once lived here in such close and cramped quarters.


A couple of years ago, the Marek Fire reached the mountains down the street from my house. Not too long after, the Sayre Fire came from the other direction and eventually met where the Marek Fire had left off. My family was evacuated at 4 in the morning on a school day. Fortunately, we were some of the lucky ones. Others, however, were not so lucky.
I originally set out to see what had happened to my neighborhood, but with a brand new camera, I couldn't resist documenting what I saw. I feel these pictures are documentary style in that they are evidence of something, somewhere, some place in time but with a little artistic flare thrown in.
The shots of the firefighters is from the Marek Fire.
The shot of the house is not mine. I wanted to show just how close the fire had come to the brand new, cookie-cutter, too-close-together-to-have-a-yard houses they built.
The shots of the flames were taken from my roof of the Sayre Fire. Unfortunately, most of the shots came out blurry. I was, however, able to snap a few that looked as though lava was flowing down the mountainside.
The rest were (if I remember correctly) taken a few weeks after the Marek Fire. I was evacuated because the fire had reached the wash. The wash is suppossed to be for runoff for the dam, but over the years it had turned litterally into a forest. I don't have any pictures of it before the fire but imagine one day turning a corner and a forest had dissapeared. Though very tragic, I tried to find the good hiding somewhere within. We went exploring and found that life goes on. Among the trash, old car, and yes, a horse skeleton (untouched by flames, weird and creepy), life had begun to grow again. Baby plants had began to grow right where their parents had died. It was very inspiring and rather poetic.
Oh, the snail. Thats actually a sad story. We came across maybe 20 of them in a small area. They couldn't out run the flames :'(
...I maaayyyy have had a little trouble uploading neatly...