This week I took a trip up to Bakersfield to shoot some portraits of my dad, singer J. Parson, for the album art on his next release. It was just before feeding time, so the horses repeatedly intruded, tried to eat my umbrella and ultimately made for some good shots.

They say a good photographer never shares his/her contact sheets. Let’s just say that “Digital Contact Sheet” is a nonrandom sample geared toward the interesting, and will happen again whenever I deem a raw series of photos worth sharing for educational or entertainment purposes.

In case you haven’t heard, its snowing hardcore all over the east coast. Unfortunately, it’s Fashion Week so I can’t call off work and go sledding in Central Park. Here are a few shots I grabbed on a very cold walk to lunch.

To give you an idea of this particular street’s character, while wandering around, a man in a truck pulled over to ask me if I was taking photos of prostitutes.

This week’s wanderings took me from La Jolla to Pacific Beach, from Serra Mesa to North Park. I shot a lot of windows during my people-watching. Highlights included an engaging conversation with my favorite local demigod Slomo.

When the local deluge stopped and the sky was suddenly looking clear, I made a jaunt to the nearest strip mall, where I found a pack of teenagers psyching up for their Friday night.