Bask In Gelidity

These are the first images I've uploaded since the whole...oh let's just call it, "incident". The community reeled from the whole Jark/Spyed ordeal, tears were shed, and people put their hearts forth into forcibly getting themselves pissed off at everything. Well, here we are almost three weeks beyond that, and holy Jesus, the community is still rolling along.

So if I can come to a final conclusion regarding the events from early this month, it would be that as Deviants, it isn't our concern. What happens between Scott and Angelo will happen in the courts, and though the news was shocking, it has now assumed what I call the Halloway syndrome. It upset us...the first five thousand times we heard about it. Then, as the repetition increases, but the newsbreaks screech to a halt, our own frustrations become apparent. It's not that we don't care; we just don't want to hear it. We KNOW. And we feel we either know enough, or know the limits of information we are to be supplied.

A couple days after the whole tirade began, I got a brand new camera. I made the transition from a Nikon to a Canon. Nothing against Nikon, they still make excellent cameras, it's just that the Canon currently had an appealing model out, so my dad and I opted for that one. Dad was good with getting me a birthday gift this year, making sure that I give some forward approval before making such a huge investment.

The evening I got it, I first took some test shots around the house to see how it handled certain lighting situations. So far, I'm impressed well enough. There are some features on this Canon that I wish I had available to me while I still had my Nikon Coolpix 3500, such as a higher image aspect ratio and sufficiently better movie quality. However, it's a bit more bulky, and run's on AA batteries instead of an independent battery with its own neat little charger. So I got a battery charger as well to go with it for the AA's.

This particular photoshoot is taken at the borderline of what I call The Wastelands. As mentioned before in another image of mine, it is a stretch of beach that is for the most part unoccupied due to the heavy industrial happenings going on just a couple hundred yards away from the breaking waves. There is this solid line, 45th street, where the houses just stop alltogether. Poking out of it is a single Arco station, and beyond that, a four-mile stretch of road that touches nothing except Grant ave and a beachside trailer park that has a restaurant grill I've never been to. No houses. No storefronts. Just the Hyperion water treatment plant (a smell to behold) and an Arco station.

What's strange about this stretch of road is that it runs alongside a real urban wasteland, like a scene from Mad Max. The roads have been ignored for decades, but are aligned in a way to show definite plans and foundations for city blocks. It's all fenced off, and is located right smack dab under the departing flight paths of LAX. The planes are so close, they'll rattle car windows when they pass overhead. There are medians, and palm trees still lining them. Rampant vegetation takes over the sidewalks. It's supposedly a habitat for a rare butterfly, but honestly, if there were any butterflies there, they would have probably been sucked into the engines of passing jets by now. It's nothing. Just rolling suburban streets with no houses, long forgotten, and fenced off.