This is a scouting/layout iPhone shot. I found this freaky fountain in Beverly Hills of all places. What’s up with fountains? Doesn’t anyone look at sketches before they put these bizarre things in the middle of the town? This one is held up by four drooling satans. Wait, that can’t be right. Let’s look again without my juvenile sense of humor. Oh, here it is - actually, they’re just satyrs (in Greek, Σάτυροι — Sátyroi) In mythology they are often associated with male sex drive, and vase-painters often portrayed them with erections. We lucked out on the fountain-makers, evidently. No erections.

A perfect old gnarly tree. It’s also in Beverly Hills. Over by the bathroom that George Michael got busted in for being too gnarly. Perfect. Amy’s in there for scale. Besides, I like to show her off.

Nice. So we’ve shot all the plates except the subject. The recent rains came in really handy, at least for something. The tree and fountain looked like New Zealand in the wet. So much so, that we added a foreground (on the right side) from New Zealand. The left side is from the Redwoods near Oregon.
Here’s a rough mock-up for you. I like the tree wrapping around the fountain. There are still some ground-plane conflicts, but I think we’re headed in a good direction. Now it’s time to cast the old guy and get our favorite stylist on board. C’mon, Brittany, what do you think?

We’ve added a rocky foreground with an open pathway for our victim. This should draw some attention to him. I’m liking the environment so far. Still rough, of course, but getting better, no? That thing in the foreground is a map. I may lose it. I don’t think it’s needed. Next step? Finding the old man.