Flo’s Cafe doesn’t need its neon to glow. It’ll find a way in just about any light. This one is definitely worth pulling up bigger to get the full effect!CONTINUE READING
The Filters Were Hung by the Diner With Care
Nothing says Happy Holidays like assorted filters and neon… to a car anyway.
Some days of shooting pictures at the Disneyland Resort are about telling a story. Some are about meandering to see what catches your eye. Other days are about finding light. This picture was a result of the latter. The glow on just about everything in Cars Land during the late afternoon is stunning.
On a side note, naming each picture is kind of a process in itself. Sometimes you have a thought about an image when you take it and sometimes you don’t have a clue. I often try to find a title that is amusing and clever (at least to myself…) Tonight I thought of naming my picture “Grease. Monkey Not Included”. Chuckling at myself, I proudly asked Michaela, “What do you think I’m going to name this?” She replied, “I don’t know, ‘Grease Lighting’?” After a brief moment of watching my popped balloon fly about the room, I knew she’d won and gladly claimed her thought for my own! Now off to do the hand jive…
The Glow at Flo’s
I was a bit of a skeptic back when I first heard there was a whole land being built for Cars. I had seen the movie once but hadn’t connected with it at the time. I grew up right off of Route 66 between Victorville and Barstow with a pretty poor outlook of my hometown and its surroundings. That’s not to say that I didn’t love the old buildings along the road, the unique people, the rusty signs, I did. But I grew up feeling it was inferior and almost ashamed to answer the question, “Where are you from?”
The announcement of Cars Land piqued my interest and I sat back down to watch the movie. The second go round was a different experience entirely. I found myself deeply moved with some sort of approval to appreciate the beauty and stories I grew up immersed in. In some way it made me feel more whole, more free.
Yesterday we stepped into Cars Land for the first time. Almost ninety minutes from where I grew up, I felt like I was home. There is an authenticity to this place that cannot verbally be conveyed, it has to be experienced. It’s impossible to miss the love that has gone into this new land. I didn’t want to leave and was more than content to spend most of the day there. To everyone who had a part to play in this, thank you from the bottom of my heart. In Cars Land life really is a dream.