



I just rolled into San Francisco for a photo shoot in Napa. Right off the plane straight into a 20 foot cube truck to pickup equipment. While getting scaffolding at Active Rentals I noticed this table of essential Burning Man supplies.
If you don’t know what Burning Man is you can google it, but it’s essentially a “secret” desert carnival for hippies, new-agers, ravers, off-gridders and performance artists.
Some of the things you definitely need: rope, tarps, protective goggles and respirators. Apparently it gets quite dusty.




A perfect end to a long day on-set.



The way this back light edges me I almost look heroic.









The irony is that this picture was taken right outside the main courthouse a.k.a. The Justice Centre, Dallas.

Cars are king in Texas; and their roads lord over the land.


I ain’t touching this one. I’ll leave the comments for others.

Several years ago my girlfriend and I began keeping a journal of all the wines we try.
It’s not very professional or scientific – it wouldn’t impress a sommelier, but I find it very rewarding to be able to look back on several years worth of bottles and the meals and experiences they were paired with.
A while back a read a statistic that said 95% of the wine sold by the LCBO is consumed within two hours of purchase. And, in my opinion, likely forgotten within three.
To me this is a fun way to remember.







Not sure what they were on – perhaps just high on life, but these dudes were determined to out-do each other somehow.
My boy Mike rocked the reflector while I rocked the cowboy hat.

I am not a morning guy; I can sleep-in with the best of them.
But I do love the rare occassions when I have to be up extremely early. You get to see the world in a whole new light – literally.
This was the case with the photoshoot I was on yesterday morning. Call time at the Scarborough Bluffs was 5:30am.
It was dark, cold and – except for the two guys who had clearly been out clubbing and had talked their high-heels and mini-dress clad ‘dates’ into the romance of driving out to watch the sunrise – quiet.
Then the arc of that orange-pink sphere begins to peek above the horizon and the flat grey light begins to separate into highlight and shadows.