In the gaseous aftermath of bloated Gilley servings, may I offer some lighter fare: a six-pack of long, tall ones to loosen the passages.
All images below were shot on film, in the days when shooting vertically was a way to stress composition and maximize printing quality. These days a digital photographer can shoot a more backed-off version and let a savvy photo editor or art director slice and dice until the cows come home.
As such, vertical shooting is mostly a thing of the past. But like the dinosaurs, whose decayed carcasses now provide energy for the planet, let these vertical offerings be a resource for the present…and for the future.
(Above from left to right) Blacktop may have replaced dirt, but the downhill view of pulsing V-land will always be a moving path. While hundreds of thousands of rats race through a concrete jungle, a lone creature of another sort enters the church of the open sky in San Francisco.
(Above from left to right) Sadly, I’ve spent more time in left barrels with my camera than with my surfboard in La Jolla. If anyone can make a cheetah print crew cut and a pink singlet work, Flea can.
(Above from left to right) One of the best things about surfing is the opportunity for escape. Santa Barbara. Happy accident: With photography I’m usually big on pre-visualized intent, but when it comes to water shots I’ll take what I can get. Taylor Knox pole shot, Tahiti.