Off the bat, I started to feel my left shoulder, for which I was hauling the gear with start to burn. Didn't notice it, as I was focused on the shoot that I was trying to balance myself against the very dry sand. Sand gives. There were times I could feel my feet sinking. But I couldn't allow sand to reach the camera.
Sand is awesome. It's just so loose. It forces your body to get stabilized. Cutting to the deepest part of your core. Meanwhile, I have all this gear and the balancing act becomes more amped up. What I love most about it is that I was more concerned with finding this sea cave than whether or not I was "working out". We climbed rocks with the gear. Ran from waves. Jumped off rocks. Climbed up and down stairs. Just kept moving. On the drive back, I could barely lift my arms. I hadn't noticed that we'd spent 3 hours outside negotiating the waves, climbing dunes, sand bars, dirt paths. My legs were Jello. Felt like someone punched me repeatedly in the lower back. My feet were damp. I felt nauseous. But it felt like a workout.
We found the cave. It was amazing. Small, but still beautiful in that it exists in Los Angeles.
The next day, we both were sore. I couldn't move most of my body. Lauren seemed like she was a car wreck as well. But the footage came back, and I'm happy to have gotten some great material. I'll post the spot in a future blog, but for now, he's some stills from the shoot:
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