A photography project I did for the Academy of Art University in 1996.
The autumn had been long and dry. The winds had rushed in from the South, parching the only arable land, leaving a scant harvest. But it would do. The food would last until early summer; and, with a little extra work in the spring, they would survive.
I needed the class to stay on top, to stay competitive in the career marketplace. I drove around and around and around the campus, trying to find somewhere to park. After at least 30 laps, I found one five blocks away, behind an old Renault Dophine. On the car was a bumper sticker: 666 – OUR PLAN. “Good grief,” I thought as I got out of the car and lumbered down the street toward the administration building to pick up a schedule of classes and registration form. Signs directed me to a waiting room filled with students waiting to pick up schedules of classes and registration forms.