Lost & Found

Lately I've been running trails.

There's nothing I can think of that feels more freeing than being at the crest of some ridge in Griffith Park, storm clouds above, wind blowing through the grass, mile 8 of a 14 mile run, knowing I got there on my feet, all alone, and that I need nothing. The city is sprawled out below me, a noisy, busy, aggressive, neurotic mess of crackheads, screenwriters, actors and assorted other wannabes...

I've been taking photos on some of these runs.

As a runner, I love these areas. As a photographer, I'm not quite so sure what to do with them. There's a groove that perhaps I've not yet settled into or even found. The shots that seem the most successful are also those that are closest to my urban scenes.

This particular shot is from Elysian Park, the oldest park in Los Angeles, a beautiful but sometimes gritty park surrounding Dodger Stadium. Chunks of it are empty. Chunks of it are full of hip young neighborhood dog walkers. Chunks are full of low-rider families picnicking. And chunks of it are notoriously full of mostly hispanic identifying-as-straight men cruising for gay sex on the trails and in the bushes.

More shots can be found on my running blog www.slowtwitchjournal.com