Destination Everywhere?

Up North past the "Drive Through Tree” in Myers Flat, within spitting distance of Oregon lies Eureka, CA also known as the “Lost Coast.” Eureka is home to 26,000 Indians, rednecks, hippies, homeless and truckers. It’s a quaint place and I love towns on the edge of everything and Eureka is just that. It’s a small town on the beginning of nothing.

A week earlier I got my passport. After recent changes these blue gems are a hot commodities and it took me two months to get mine. The last time I had one, I had a Mohawk and wanted to marry Penelope Huston from the Avengers Today, I hope that maybe I’ll get an international assignment leading to fame and glory.

The Eureka court administrator intensely tells me a story of how Wayne Adam Ford walked into the main lobby and sauntered up to the sheriff’s window and confided that he had been very bad and needed to be locked up. He produced a bag containing severed women’s breasts, shocking deputies and leading him to be charged and convicted with killing multiple women while engaged in long hauls in his trucking rig.


I am led around the courthouse and move from area to area photographing the events in the courthouse. I am pretty sure nothing like Wayne Ford will happen, but you never know. After some convincing I am allowed into the criminal arraignment afternoon calendar and I make a great photo. Later I polish off some wheat beer at Lost Coast Brewery in downtown Eureka while posting photos to my flickr site. I have a long and pretty drive ahead of me and I can’t wait to see the Redwoods—the true gems of up North.

Good Sport

Its tough illustrating stories with photographs and sometimes being creative isn’t even the hard part. The story du jour is about pants. Men wearing pants, men without pants and a judge that sued for $65 million because a dry cleaners lost a pair of his pants. Yes, a judge.

I tried to get the page editor, the guy who is in charge of the story to pose. He said no. I asked the managing editor and he looked at me like he was going to punch me. Time was running out and after varying the pitch a bit I convinced the paper’s best kept good sport Osker, to drop his drawers and sashay for the camera.

The shoot took place in the middle of the production department and it was over and done in less than couple minutes, but Osker saved the day by dropping his pants.

See previous post "Pantalones"

Pantalones

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