I've got some sort of thing for submarine movies, and I'm fascinated with the idea of trying to make art out of things you might not think of as art... Irving Penn's cigarette butts come to mind. So when I saw a real WWII submarine bobbing around next to a pier in San Francisco...

I've just started to explore the mountains in California, and it turns out that Sequoia National Park wasn't a bad place to start. It's really satisfying to find yourself in the right place at the right time..