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From L.A. to San Francisco — 61 Days in a Different World
On the morning of March 13, five of us with cameras squeezed into an Uber in Santa Monica and gazed out the window during the short ride to Venice Beach. We were there on self-assignment. We wanted to document how life was changing in L.A. during the early days of coronavirus. Thanks to my long legs, I rode shotgun in the silver SUV.
“Aren’t you nervous about it?” the driver asked me as we arrived.
“I am,” I replied.
He looked concerned as he turned his eyes back to the road. And he didn’t say another word until we reached our destination.
We gave him a few packets of sanitizing wipes as we exited the car. He opened the first one and wiped down his hands and the steering wheel. Outside the car, we stood evenly spaced and gelled our hands as he drove away.
Venice Beach
I had visited this area many times in my life. I grew up 30 miles away. Venice Beach was always a place to witness Southern California’s colorful eccentricity. Based on those memories, I had already decided to set my camera to its most vibrant color profile: Velvia.
Modern Fujifilm cameras support their classic film looks, but in a different way. Instead of an actual roll of 35mm Provia, Velvia, or Acros, they have digital…
