Showing posts with label Walnut Creek. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walnut Creek. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Picture Perfect

The Boys of Summer - Second Base, sequel to the award-winning first documentary, began principal photography on March 13, 2014. We need your help. Please visit our kickstarter page and share it with your friends and family.

Translating the artistic idea, whether it is a story, a song or an image, from my mind to whatever media necessary for others to experience it the way I see it in my head is tricky to say the least. I’ve done it a few times and I’m very proud of those moments. One of them is with the image of my father and I playing catch at Lime Ridge in Walnut Creek, California. It’s just a few miles from where I grew up and my parents still live. It’s a place where my high school friends and I would climb up on top of a hill and look down upon the city we lived and grew up in. We were, for that brief moment, dominant; above our problems and worries below.

The image of my father and I works for several reasons. The ball is in flight – meaning the game of catch is active. The game of catch itself indicates the simplicity and the strength of our relationship. Our caps are worn differently, his forward, mine backward, though the jerseys we wear are the same. We are silhouetted against the brilliant blue sky. The grass in the foreground reminds me of “The Natural”, a story with a brief but haunting father/son relationship that is eventually healed at the end of the movie with a new birth.

And so it goes with the image for "Boys of Summer – Second Base". Akin to The Natural, the (relatively) new birth is Giuseppe, my son. He is the next generation and he joined us in this photo shoot. To be clear: this isn’t a sexist thing – I would have happily had my two year-old daughter up on the hill with us, too…but she’s two. The artistic question became about how to capture what was in my mind. Adding a third person to the image complicated the message. The father and son in the first were very clear. Now, in a single image with only limited text (title and tag), how can I convey the message of relationship, the passage of time and the game of baseball? My son’s obvious height disadvantage (he’s four) served to show who he was in relationship to us pretty clearly. But what would he do in the image? I had several ideas - from him playing catch with Grandpa and me watching, to him being between us as we played, to us not even playing at all. 

I'm happy with what came out of the shoot, but I'm still deciding which will be the final image for the poster. So I’m putting up a few different images and would appreciate your opinion of which should be the poster for the new documentary. The pitch for the sequel is "A father, with Parkinson's Disease, and his son explore what's changed in ten years since their 30 Major League Baseball park odyssey in 2004." Tags: Parkinson's Disease, Baseball, Father and Son, America. Tagline: Baseball is a vehicle.

Thank you for your thoughts.









Sunday, April 6, 2014

On the road...again

The Boys of Summer - Second Base, sequel to the award-winning first documentary, began principal photography on March 13, 2014. We need your help. Please visit our kickstarter page and share it with your friends and family.
 
Traveling back to the Bay Area is cathartic, scary and soul-enriching all at once. This weekend my family took its longest road-trip to date, from Las Vegas to Walnut Creek, CA and did brilliantly.

It's honestly hard to quantify all that we packed into this weekend+, but I'll list a few things that are resonating in my tired head as I ponder sleeping in the bed in the room I grew up in for one more night -- for now.

*Arriving at 1am and being greeted by my very tired but grateful parents.
*Spending the day in San Francisco on our first day here. My son eating clam chowder out of a sourdough bread bowl, as he'd only imagined was possible. Visiting Baker Beach, holding hands with my wife as we looked at the Golden Gate and felt the sand between our toes. Watching our son play in the sand and say, "I really like the beach".
*Shooting the new poster for the Boys of Summer sequel. I'll post more on this later as I need some votes and opinions as to which should be the photo to go with.
*Watching an A's game with my good friend Jonathan Okanes at a local dive bar. The A's won in dramatic, walk-off fashion and Coco Crisp got a pie in the face from Josh Reddick (Pie-derman!).
*Having lunch at an old favorite restaurant in Concord and hearing our son declare that Concord, as a whole, was a boring city.
*Daring a downpour to get to an A's game. Fighting for credentials, a good parking spot and eventually our way into the stadium and down onto the field as the rain stopped and we prepared for a brilliant night. Listening to the boos explode from the crowd about a half hour after the game was supposed to start when the PA announcer declared the game was cancelled due to poor field conditions.
*Seeing a group of great friends and some of their kids at a local park.
*Visiting with my dear Aunt, Uncle and Cousin for precious few minutes in my parents backyard.
*Attending a Hall of Fame dinner for the 1987 Ygnacio Valley basketball team I was a part of -- a team that shocked the world and somehow played for the state championship.
*Lying on the couch with my wife, watching some familiar reruns of Modern Family and feeling time slip away from this beautiful experience.

Baseball is a vehicle. It's part of what brought us here. I'm pulling at the metaphor as it's not all that brought us here, but it was enough to ensure the "necessity" of the trip -- in other words, the motivation that got us to go from idea to execution. That bridge is not to be underestimated. How many ideas, some we swear to be remarkable, never make it past the gatekeepers in our mind or the conversations of fancy with friends, co-workers and loved ones?

Baseball is a vehicle. I don't know where we're headed with this year's venture. We have three days left in our kickstarter and have raised only $200 of the $10,000 we need. It's not likely we're going to raise what we need to make that go - I get that. But I won't quit. I'm scared. I'm disappointed. I'm frustrated. But I'm a long way from quitting. I don't know how to quit. I don't want to. As I told my dad tonight at the Hall of Fame dinner, "We'll make it by hook or crook". Whatever it takes.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #145

100% proceeds go to the Michael J Fox Foundation. 

Sunday, March 26th - Bob
Phoenix, AZ

We road trip 750 miles from Walnut Creek to Scottsdale. We were planning on flying but the prices were just too high -- started off at about $220 (each way!) a ticket and only went up. No biggee, as my dad says, "This drive ain't no hill for a couple a climbers."

We get here -- tired, but happy, and pull into our VERY cool hotel, the Valley Ho. I hand my card over to the friendly desk clerk for incidentals and it's rejected. Huh? I ask her to try it again and she says it's not taking the $2100 charge. HUH? $2100 for incidentals on a room I haven't even been into yet?! I've been in some swank joints but...

My stomach begins to churn as I think, oh no -- did I misunderstand the terms of this thing. Was it just a reservation the festival was getting for us and we’d be on the hook for the room ourselves? As a very broke filmmaker, this prospect didn’t sit well with me.

I call Chris (festival organizer) and it turns out the film festival made the reservation late so it didn't go through with their initial rooms. A quick conversation between Chris and the hotel and it was all cleared up. Whoo hoo!

The decor his is 50's hip/chic. I am digging it, daddio. We enjoy some snacks, I hop in the hot tub for a few minutes of melt down and then it's time for bed.

Tomorrow's a big day...

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #119


January 20, 2005 - Mom
Walnut Creek, CA
A friend of ours has had great success with her cancer treatment with a Chinese medicine doctor named, Dr. Feng. She said he has had absolutely remarkable success with a number of patients. Dan and I go to see him tomorrow.
January 21, 2005 - Dad
Walnut Creek, CA
Paulette and I went to see Edward (Dr. Feng) for an evaluation, which consisted of him asking me about the symptoms of my PD, my diet and applying pressure to points on my feet. Based on the results he said if I follow his program he could help me. He said I should have treatments ten days in a row ad if I don’t feel I’m making progress that I should consider quitting treatment. 
I decided to begin and had a treatment that day. The treatment was the most painful experience I can remember. Dr Feng is an older man, at least late 60's, maybe late 70's but he is very fit and has very strong hands. His hands are his main tool but he also has a "T" shaped device. The top of the "T" fits into the palm of his hand and the metal shaft, about the diameter of a pencil with a rounded point, extends thru his fingers. He pounds on the bottom of the foot, on the instep, the heel and the toes. Some times depending on my reaction he encourages me to relax or be calm. 
Sometimes if I yell or scream very loud he tells me to “be brave” or mocks me, asking if I am going to "sing a song?".
We were in his office for about three hours, most of the time talking. 
There is also a strict microbiotic diet he wants me on that consists of his special rice mixture, organically grown fruits and vegetables (no spinach), a minimum of 64 ounces of spring water or his special tea and wheat grass. I was exhausted by the time we left. Paulette drove home. Oh yeah I got my first parking ticket in many years. I thought I slept a little better that night. My weight was 187 pounds.
January 21, 2005 - Mom
Walnut Creek, CA
His office reminds me of a set from “The Maltese Falcon”. It’s in an old part of San Francisco. Dr. Feng is elderly. I had a hard time understanding some of his words.  There was a woman having a treatment while Dan was having his feet soaked. She was screaming. I could hear him saying, very calmly, “You’re not being brave”. But then she walked out and she was smiling. 
I was very skeptical. Dan said he wanted to give it a try. He said he wouldn’t know unless he tried. Dad screamed like I’d never heard him scream before. I couldn’t see how there could be that much pain and then have positive results.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #105



August 12th, 2004 - Dad 
Lake Sawyer, WA
We had a great turnout of family and friends, a beautiful day and a great new facility, Safeco Field.
We have a few days for the family reunion at Lake Sawyer. With the help of our sister-in-law, Anita, we got Paulette to fly up. It was a very welcome rest.
Aug. 12th, 2004 - Bob
Lake Sawyer, WA
WHEEEEEEEEWWWWWW is the feeling. We made it. We’re with family. No need to do nuttin’ but hang out for a few days. Great food, great people, my Bella is here, my sis and her partner Migdalia are coming -- and mom has, through some coercion, decided to fly up with her brother and sister-in-law. I’m so glad she’s coming. It’s a HUGE relief for my dad, who had actually been talking about flying back immediately to be with mom otherwise (we’re planning on hanging out ‘til Monday or Tuesday, I think). Nice. 
It’s weird, not having any planning to do. The Giants game on the 20th is our last and it’s set up. It’s at home. Wow...I haven’t done the math yet, but we’ve put somewhere near 20K miles on the Explorer in just under two months. That is movin’, boy. 
I won’t be able to wrap my head around this stuff for a while, nor do I really want to. I just want to kick back. I know I owe my body and mind some down time, so I offer now.
Detroit 5, Oakland 3
WP: Mike Maroth LP: Justin Duhscherer
August 18th, 2004 - Bob
Walnut Creek, CA
The Home Stretch
I'm at the folks place in the Bay Area. This last stretch has been difficult as illnesses have taken their toll. My mom has been having a hard time for some time, it seems. I'm hoping with Dad back home she'll feel more able to get back in the swing of things. 
My Bella has been out for three days now too, coming down with an infection that has sapped her normal boundless energy. Just for good measure, my cousin Jeremy busted up his knee while wake boarding and my cousin Kaili took a header off the table she Annamaria and my cousin Sarah were dancing and landed in a bush with some seriously sharp branches. One of those branches ended up poking through her eyelid! She took it well -- was in fact joking about it the next day as part of this silly yearly video we do called the “Lake Sawyer News”. 
I didn’t have last year’s “Lake Sawyer News” package edited for this year (been a bit busy, as you may have been reading) and was told by my younger cousins not to come back next year without it. 
Sure is nice to know your worth.
Among the walking wounded, I came down with some kind of allergic reaction to the lake we were staying at in Seattle and went down for a day myself. Migraine, stomach pain, membrane insane...good times.
At any rate, we're back in the Bay Area now and have just one game to go -- the Giants on Friday. We have sold our 25 tickets and have our tailgate goodies ready to pick up from Whole Foods. We are also having a Public Service Announcement shot by a crew for the National Parkinson Foundation. Fingers crossed all goes well. This PSA is supposed to run nationally and there are several big celebrity names being tossed about as the possible voice over for it. 
I still haven't been able to wrap my head around this entire trip yet. It's too much, too soon. I look forward to pulling the plug for a few days, then getting back to Las Vegas and really seeing what we've got. There are a number of excellent interviews coming up and one with Joe Buck may also be coming up very soon. 
I think having finished the road trip element of the trip may go a long way toward showing people that this is more than an idea. Showing what we've done, where we're going and what it's all for is going to get more people to understand the tremendous possibilities and perhaps get involved themselves.
Oakland 5, Baltimore 4
W: Mark Mulder L: BJ Ryan

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #101


August 10, 2004 - Dad
Anaheim, CA

At this point my thoughts kept returning to Walnut Creek and Paulette. I was not sure what to expect but indications were that she was not doing well. Before the Anaheim game we had a great meal and gathering at the local BJ's. The pizza was great. The Big "A" is a very nice park and there was a good crowd on hand for a beautiful summer evening.
Park Number 27 (of 30), Angel Stadium

Baltimore 11, Anaheim 3
WP: D. Cabrera (9-5)   LP: A. Sele (7-1)

Oak 5, Det 4 -- woo hoo!

Aug. 11, Oakland - Bob
Walnut Creek, CA

We made it home at about 4 AM -- just about 6 hours from Anaheim; not bad time. We stopped for an ice cream or two on the way -- dad has developed a SERIOUS sweet tooth.

We have a running bet on who’s going to greet us first as we come through the door. I thought it would be our dog, Emma. Dad thought it would be mom.

We opened the door and it is...mom by a hair -- nice watch-doggin’, Emma. The poor little mop actually fell off the bed and thumped against the wall. Grace was never her strong suit.

The reunion with mom was bittersweet. She’s very happy and yet obviously in pain. Listening to her cry as she held my dad broke my heart. I knew this had been hard on her. I knew it was hard on my dad in some ways, too.

I began to question if this whole thing was really worth it.

Of course it was, a side of me argued. This was a dream come true for Dad and me and mom signed off on it.

But at what cost?

That’s something I don’t think I’ll ever know. It simply is what it is. We made a decision to do this, each of us. It was heavily discussed and agreed upon, despite the risks. The timing simply was what it was and now is what it is. Now -- right now -- is all we have.

A friend once told me, “you may not get everything you pay for, but you’ll pay for everything you’ll get.”
August 10, 2004 - Dad
Walnut Creek, CA

The drive from Los Angeles to Walnut Creek is a very familiar one and despite being tired from a long day, it goes very quickly. We arrive home at __am and are greeted by our dog, Emma and down the hall, Paulette. It is good to be home but difficult to face the fact that Paulette continues to struggle with depression. I know from past experience that it dose not affect her if I'm there or not. Depression is a very isolating condition.
 

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - June 27-29, 2004

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June 27, 2004 - DAD
Dallas, TX
Another good day of rest at Christine’s.  We were late sleepers.  Eventually we got up and went to see Fahrenheit /911 a Michael Moore documentary questioning America’s involvement in Iraq and the abilities of President Bush.  In a pro-Bush state and pro-Bush city (the audience) was openly supportive of the film. 
June 27, 2004 - Bob
Dallas, TX
I had been waiting for Fahrenheit 9/11 for quite some time and got to see it today -- Wow. Getting to see it in Dallas (after driving over on the George Bush highway to get here and all) was particularly interesting. I very much appreciate the way Michael Moore gets people thinking and talking. Great movie.
We’re going to have a few more days off (away from baseball) here on the road. I’ve never been to “the south”, particularly N’awlins and I’ve always wanted to. I was considering moving to the Big Easy at one point -- chose Vegas instead (the dry version of the Big Easy).
San Francisco 5, Oakland 2
WP: D. Hermanson (3-2)   LP: M. Redman (6-4)
June 28, 2004 - DAD
Memphis, TN
We are off to a later than planned start (it’s pretty much a trademark).  We are on our way to Memphis through Little Rock and some very lush countryside.  We arrive in Memphis at about 7:30.  We set up camp at T.O. Fuller State Park – 10 minutes of downtown Memphis.  Then we are off to Beale Street.  Beale Street is not nearly as animated as my last visit – a bit of a disappointment.  We stopped by the local AAA Ballpark just as the game ended.  We went looking for something to eat.  We knew we had gone too far when we saw a sign advertising "Pimp Juice"*.  The insects back at the campground are as loud as they were at Guadeloupe.

*Bob’s note: Dad doesn’t realize I own stock in the company. I’m not only a client...
The A’s are off tonight.

June 29, 2004 - Mom
Walnut Creek, CA
The first week (of Dan being gone) was not a problem. It was a short amount of time. I got to go see Christine and the boys when I went to Dallas. I also got to spend some time alone with Chris and Migdalia. We had a very nice visit. It was hard when Dan and Bob left but I was there for a couple more days. It was hard coming home. It felt a little lonelier -- even though NY was only 8 days away. I could feel the angst -- anxiety. I could feel the depression coming on. 




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