"Story" permeates our lives.
We are social creatures. From time immemorial we as human beings have sought to hold close to us that which is dear. Through story we convey to each other and to ourselves what is important in life. Hopes, desires, beliefs, memories, comedies, tragedies, histories and the like. It began with language, oral tradition. Perhaps language itself was born of the neccesity to share our stories.
Progress finds us now with a rich array of technologies that allow us to capture our own stories, though we find ourselves nombarded by thousands of little stories a day in the form of emails, billboards, texts, tweets, posts, updates and the like we find ourselves losing our histories, our roots, our precious moments.
It is our mission to help preserve these fragile and fleeting moments in a way that best fits your own traditions, values and needs. This may seem grandiose, but hey, if you don't shoot for the moon you'll never hit the stars.
RCVisual specializes in the Editorial Portraiture, Event Coverage and small production interview based video.
1st Place Spot News Photo-2008 CNPA Awards
1st Place Best of Ojai for Photography
Departmental Award of Excellence: Visual Journalism-Brooks Institute of Photography A life-long seeker of story, Rob Clement was encouraged by an English Dean to further his education in photography rather then waste money on more literary training. "You already know how to write. Polish your photography so you can marry the two". He took her advice and enrolled in the illustrious Brooks Institute of Photography for Visual Journalism. While there, he was selected to participate as a video operator and editor in the school's annual stateside documentary trip, wherein a small group of students traveled to the Appalachia Mountains for 5 weeks to document a quickly fading piece of Americana. The experience was trans formative. After completing his Visual Journalism Degree at Brooks Institute of Photography with a Departmental Award of Excellence he became the Production Manager and Chief Photographer of the award winning Ojai Valley News. Reconfiguring the Production Department's workflow and implementing sweeping changes in the layout of the Ojai Valley Visitor's Guide, Rob grew into his role as a storyteller, leader and visionary. During this time he and his partner Stephanie DeRosier were blessed with a daughter, Kiya Rae. A redirection of focus was needed, and thus a departure from the 60 hour work week. Rob wanted more time with his family, and so he stepped out on his own. ￼
So what's with the fish? *a note on the little fish...on a diving trip in Fiji our boat captain told us of a rare fish that lived in certain parts of the Southern Pacific Rim. This little guy, lovingly called the "flashlight fish", was rarely visible. "In fact", she told us, "some people have been diving for 30 years here and have never seen one. Then again, some people go down their first time and see them right away. The natives say the fish picks you." Of course I wanted to see one! We were instructed, if we wanted to give 'er a go, to establish buoyancy around 60-80', check the current (to make sure we were out of it as it led straight to the Antarctic Ocean), and turn lights off. Oh, did I mention this was a night dive. So, I did as I was told, and after about 20 minutes in absolute black, I was nearing the edge of confidence. You can actually hear your heart speed up with fear in the depths of the abyss. However, as I began to question the reasoning in turning my light off in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, maybe too much kava-kava, a quick flash of iridescent light caught my eye. Could this be?!? Okay, just a little longer maybe. After waiting for another undeterminable time, two brilliant glowing tears blasted my visual senses as almost thirty minutes of absolute darkness were seared away. Then blackness, again, the cold vacant loneliness of true darkness. Then four!!! Two fish, within arm's length, floated in front of me in our ghostly dance. As I ebbed to and fro with the tide and my two friends, an erie glow began to creep through the bottom of my goggles. I looked down and marvel struck me. The entire seamount was filled with these alien observers. Hundreds of these remarkable little glowing tears were dancing all over the coral, erupting from their caves. A lobster at the bottom of the sea flower scurried past, kicking up sand, and as he went the light from these little beasts cut through like headlights through fog. The sight was so remarkable, so supernatural, that tears stung my cheeks. After surfacing, I knew I wanted to become a professional photographer, for it occurred to me that so many times in my life I had been allowed to see things that most do not, and it was these things that I wanted to share with the world. ￼