It’s Saturday and the next 80k are scattered with yard sales. It’s Sunday and every driveway entrance has a transparent pink plastic bag protecting the newspaper inside. It’s Monday and the kids wait in the rain for the yellow school bus. It’s Tuesday and we stop off at Logan’s grandparents farm.
Rock Slide
This is probably my favourite piece I've done this year. Our first day in Alaska we went on two hikes including this one were we went skinny dipping in Rabbit Lake. As we were getting in the water we listened to these huge rocks slide down the other side of the ridge. It was pretty moving to say the least.
"The glaciers fed the shivers in her mind.
It popped her spine, and sent a clap of thunder to the sides.
That's when I heard the rocks slide."
This was shot on a 6x7 film camera. That means the negative is 4.5 times larger than that of a 35mm. Its super detailed and can be blown up MASSSIVE!
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The surf was small this day so I decided to write in my journal and make a fire while my friends paddled out. That's when I got chatting with Henk here. He is one of the infamous 'squatters' that were evicted from their commune back in the 70's. He told me stories about the homemade saunas he and his friends would lounge in naked, the empty waves, the music, the trek down and the isolation. Once again I thought to myself how the 70's here would have fit like a glove. The next day I walked down the muddy path with my board, through the trees but this time when I got to the beach there were six long haired greasy gals and guys running around naked in and out of the water. I stood there laughing at the serendipity and thought of my new friend Henk.
"Balance, Variety, Moderation."
“My mom was and still is my biggest support and hero in my life. In the midst of her fighting and struggling with how to help me find the proper professional support, she wrote on a piece of lined paper "balance, variety, moderation." I still have that piece of paper 11 years later which is crazy, but in some ways I think that was a start of entertaining the idea that someday I would want that in my life and be "better" or have a "normal" relationship with my body in regards to control- but mostly mentally rather than physically. At first I started addressing this piece of paper in regards to food, then exercise and then as I got older I thought about social life, sleep, work, partying etc. It is 3 words that are far too simple for some to probably believe, but for me it’s a little reminder, or piece of hope."
Words by Natalie to finish off your "Running On Empty" story.
Natalie spoke confidently while reading the personal information, but as I watched her focus on the writing, I couldn’t help but wonder what she was feeling as she began to go further into detail. She continued while not skipping a beat. ”You decided that the risks of taking it are significant enough to motivate you to stop taking them.” she burst into laughter with her adolescent past. The fact she had lied to the nurse and had continued on using the pills was funny to her. I enjoyed the dark humor so I laughed as well. Yet, Natalie was more interested in easing her mind, so her body would continue to suffer until she found something simpler.
From my "Running On Empty" story.
My good friend Wild Bill moved back to Canada after living down south in his car for the past season. He's been sleeping under my kitchen table for the past month. Like many of my friends he's looking for a job to gain permanent residency. Glad to have you back.
Leica M2 | Voigtlander 35mm 1.4 | Ilford HP5 | Pentax Digital Spot Meter | Self Developed | Epson V700 Scan
Emerging from anxiety to relief. Brittanie Firth Yoga
LeicaM2 | 35mm Voigtlander 1.4 | Ilford HP5 iso 800
I don't feel bad, just happy I'm not sad. Brittanie Firth Yoga
Leica M2 | 35mm Voigtlander 1.4 | Ilford HP5 iso 800
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Catch and Release
I've spent countless wild and educational weekends surfing, camping, drinking, and fishing with this friend. I've woken up many morning with him at my house, or the tent beside, drinking coffee talking shit about the night before. What's stuck most for me about Michael is his dedication, ethics towards fishing and his pull to share information with people who want to follow him around are. Like a cat fixated on a fishbowl, he'll stand for 12 hours in the same spot, while the rest of us give up, nap, or drink beers, he'll still be at the point off the rocks, up to his waist in cold water, waiting to hit his limit of fish.
Squamish BC | Leica M2 | Voigtlander | 35mm Ilford hp5
Self Portrait
Here I am naked listening to my iPod in a hotel in Playas, Ecuador. I had huge expectations for my first time traveling. I thought the act would solve all my problems, boy was I wrong. Happens every time!
The wind was pulling heavy, blowing clouds of green pollen in the air. Taylor pulled over to wash the bloodshot allergies out of his eyes. Stoner..
On The Road. Ecuador. 2010.
Traveling on a quite bus can be quite meditative. Hours on end not talking to anyone just sitting and observing the landscape changing from mountains to ocean to banana plantations to desert. A very slow transition. Traveling from one well off town to a next you realize how fortunate your are as you pass through one shanty town to the next. A fast visual transition and a saddening one.
From the series “These New Poutines”