What would happen if Kim Jong-un blew up Los Angeles? We’d obliterate Pyongyang, I suppose, but then what? Would China step in? And whose side would they take? Would South Korea duck and cover, or might they do something more opportunistic? Might we? (And by “we,” I mean whatever cabal is coordinating control of terrisom threat level warnings with Wall Street.)
Time to read The Shock Doctrine, I suppose.
Freezing rain today. Trying to imagine that it’s snow.
This week, by way of honoring my New Year’s resolution to advance more creative projects more creatively, I shot fête publisher Jay Spivey’s “Last Word” column downtown. We framed it as a James Burke-style piece … seven setups in three hours across five city blocks. Matt Morgan’s wireless Sennheiser lavalier proved indispensible. No injuries were reported.
This week also, a kind of photojournalism opportunity. CITA (Christians In Theatre Arts) executive director Dale Savidge asked me to cover his organization’s high school theatre festival at the TD Convention Center, shooting stills one day and steadicam video the next. In February, I’ll spend a much less aerobic afternoon at electric bus manufacturer Proterra’s home office shooting staff headshots.