i took these pictures while i was home in california...its cool how fog completely changes the mood of the landscape...these pictures probably arent what you would imagine when you think of california...i think the influence of one of my favorite photographers, todd hido, can be seen in the photos... its funny because i was reading the road, by cormac mccarthy, while i was away in california, and the mood of the story really appears in these photos...its amazing how the unconscious shows itself in art...that book had a huge impact on me...
heres an excerpt --->
"They began to come across from time to time small cairns of rock by the roadside. They were signs in gypsy language, lost patterns. The first he'd seen in some while, common in the north, leading out of the looted and exhausted cities, hopeless messages to loved ones lost and dead. By then, all stores of food had been given out and murder was everywhere upon the land. The world soon to be largely populated by men who would eat your children in front of your eyes and the cities themselves held by cores of blackened looters who tunneled among the ruins and crawled from the rubble white of tooth and eye carrying charred and anonymous tins of food in nylon nets like shoppers in the commissaries of hell. The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in, and drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes. Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond."
