So I roll into LA… on a Friday… during rush hour… on the 10. It was a parking lot. The lady next to me was doing a crossword puzzle… and toking. I turned up the radio and eased my seat back. Then, I noticed something new; a rolling billboard.
CA License plate
On the other side of me, the car ahead of him was a … Brown Datsun… Oh F BOMB! I grabbed my cell phone to call 911. Before I could press the second one a police helicopter was circling and a SWAT team was maneuvering and surrounding the car. I immediately dropped to the floor board.
Multiple shots were fired. I lost count. I covered my head with my hands. Shouting. Then silence.
Someone knocked at my car window. It was a SWAT team member.
I checked. I wasn’t shot. I crawled up into the car’s seat again. “I think so.”
“Um. Yes. I’m moving.”
Grinning, “Welcome to LA.”
Dazed, I drove the rest of the way to Santa Monica, where Route 66 ends. Thankfully, I didn’t end that day.
Happy to have gotten this fuzzy shot.
I bought my first beginner digital camera just before I moved from Cincinnati to Los Angeles. I drove 2,191 miles across the country in my Mustang. These were the first images I captured.
My first overnight stop was in Oklahoma City to visit the National (Bombing) Memorial. The chairs represent people that were killed in the bombing. The smaller chairs symbolize the murdered children. It was eerie, quiet and somber. I can still feel the sorrow years later.
My second stop was in Santa Fe on a whim. (I graduated from the University of Cincinnati, majoring fine arts and history. The plan was to be a museum curator, but you need a PhD. I was broke and exhausted, and I was a single Mom at that point.) I wanted to see Georgia O'Keeffe's work in person.
We'll come back to Santa Fe later...
I had to cross over into California on the legendary Route 66. This was a pull out overlooking the state line. As I started my Mustang, a Beach Boys song came on the radio. Perfect.
Ugh. These horrible first images...
Here's one of the best and easiest videos to explain the Exposure Triangle.
I was working at the dreaded day job, Monday through Friday, which gave me weekends off. I spent my time writing, producing, directing and being a gopher for a cable access TV show, “The Travel Junkie”. That’s when my Mom suddenly passed away.
I wasn’t dealing with her death well, so friends suggested that I write about it. Knowing how to write TV scripts, I created a screenplay. Friends encouraged me, telling me that I should submit it to a contest. Fine. They made me. So I did.
A judge of the contest, who was also a producer, called me. Apparently, I had talent. He suggested that I move to Hollywood.
I bought my first digital camera before I left to capture my new adventure. It was a simple snap and shoot; Kodak Easyshare Z740. Of course I didn’t read the manual, and just started clicking away.
Which leads me to the first lesson: READ YOUR MANUAL. Always!
In November Google sent a notice about my photo storage. It had been free for 6 years. In June they will start charging. This was confirmed by many photography sites.
This will force me to either save, transfer or delete my photos. So my journey with photography (and this blog) has begun...