Rolling Chaos

The decision to move from Los Angeles to Santa Fe was a combination of many things, but mostly due to Hollywood. It’s easier to rob a bank than it is to find financing for a film. I had written three screenplays. All had been optioned — but never made. The last one I was certain would happen. We had a producer, director, and casting was beginning. Within three days and one email, that film died — along with my energy.  I needed to refresh myself.  And photography started to call to me.  I could control everything from what I captured and edited, to if and when I was to be exhibited or appear in magazines.  So Virgo of me. 

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The realtor explained that the housing market was in a slump and the Los Angeles cottage may take some time to sell. Two weeks later, it sold. Scrambling over a long weekend, I viewed a couple of dozen houses in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I put an offer on one. When I landed back in LA, I received the email that my offer was accepted… but there was a six week gap between closings.  

So the plan was to drive up the California coast, saying my goodbyes to the state. I loaded everything into a POD. Then I overfilled a small Toyota Echo with camera gear, tech, important paperwork, an energetic dog, and a house plant. Add in the fact that this was over the holidays, and I would be picking up my daughter from the airport in San Francisco.  I told her to pack as light as she could.  

That move will be forever known as Rolling Chaos…

The first stop was Santa Barbara because I had to sign paperwork, which delayed my departure.

Note: I had not discovered Lightroom yet.

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National Geographic listed Big Sur as one of the “50 Places of a Life Time” in 1999. Rightly so!

Over Christmas week, I rented a cottage in Calistoga in Napa Valley wine country!

I picked up my daughter, and we spent some time in Gold Country.

Then a bucket list item:  Yosemite! In the winter… so it limited where we could hike — or park.

Point Reyes National Seashore was on the way to San Francisco. We had no idea how scenic the place was.  It’s truly a gem!  I’ve always wanted to return. 

We spent a week in San Francisco, our second visit together. This time we HAD to visit Alcatraz.  During the tour, we were locked in solitary confinement, known as “The Hole”.  It was dark, damp, and eerie. 

After dropping Brittany off at San Francisco’s airport I had two more days until I could arrive in Santa Fe. Those couple of days were spent at Sedona, Arizona.

My next chapter would begin in Santa Fe, New Mexico…

Where am I now? You can find me on Blue Sky.