It’s still 100 degrees in Los Angeles.
I’ve already worked three days this week, and two of those days, of course, have been day exterior.
Today, we were in a canyon park near the beach, so we got a little bit of wind in the morning and we were mostly in the shade so it wasn’t too bad except for the dust and the poison oak.
The studio safety people had come through and placed pink flags wherever there was poison oak so that we could avoid it.
Of course, the flags were in the shot, so they were pulled up first thing, leaving us all to try to remember where, exactly, we needed to avoid.
At one point, video village got set up right in the middle of the area where we’re fairly certain was full of the stuff, but no one was sure, so we just have to wait to see if any of the important people get a rash.
As the vans drove by on the dirt roads, we all got coated in dust, and then as the day wore on and it got hotter and we started to sweat, the dust turned to a thin layer of salty mud.
At one point I wiped my face on a paper towel and was only mildly surprised at how much dirt came off.
Also, of course, we ran out of light because everyone forgets about the sun and canyons.
The weather forecast gives sunset as, say, 7 pm. But in a canyon, the walls are higher than the horizon, so one loses the light earlier. Our boss pointed that out on the scout, but no one listened and we had to light the last few shots.
Where did we need to place the lights? Right in the poison oak patch. Of course.
We parked at the beach so after work a co-worker and I jumped in the ocean just as the sun was going down, but the water is still gross and really warm, so it washed off some of the sweat mud, but wasn’t as refreshing as I’d like. The beach shower was colder.
Where am I working tomorrow? Why, outside, of course. In the valley.