We brake camp as the cold cracks our skin. Headed deeper into foreign land; onto native land.
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The fillet process. Local, organic, no GMO’s, and no steroids, antibiotics, or preservatives. Happy fish.
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Mike spears a lingcod in the kelp forest. He contemplates its life but knows whats right.
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Eric Grabbing a couple lures. He’s not gunna catch shit, not even with that cute fishing vest.
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With the Coastline at our side it doesn’t take much to get by.
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Alex Guiry is a lifestyle and surf photographer. His photography plays off his interest in eastern philosophy, nature, and uncomfortable yet seductive subject matter. Join his journey and enjoy the Strait of Juan de Fuca below…
Following the twisting roads that line the Strait of Juan de Fuca, some friends and I set out to learn something new. Every week we road trip, camp, and surf, but when the ocean goes flat so do our minds. Deep in the cut with no working waves we were introduced to the silver lining. Fishing.
Stay with the pain. Don’t shut it out.
I have an answer. Namaste 2013.
Stretch this shaky mind.
I’ve been told every successful creative holds a journal in their bag.
A couple photos of mine made it into “The 100 Best Surf Photos of 2013” on The Inertia!
I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget.
Four months in Mexico. New & old work.
We were 2 hours late for the ferry and it was my fault. Eric expressed his distaste by ignoring me.
Slowly you fade.
"Will was looking at the dirt when his voice rose just audibly above the others, “My dad died two years ago.” It was particularly poignant because, while he felt like a close friend, I didn’t know much about his story. I’d only spent a few days crushed next to him on the road. The crew was taking a couple of days rest at his childhood home in Seattle before heading back to Vancouver. It had been awhile since he had stepped between his house’s old walls, which no longer had any photographs hanging on them. His ratty frame was a fresh six beers deep and taking strange steps, but I knew that he had chosen this time in particular to say something about his father. Five days on the road together was enough. I’m sure he was still reeling from that weighty overloaded sensation that accompanies taking in over 3,000 kilometers of distinct planet. Apparently a road trip will do that to you. The reality of not having an inch of privacy is juxtaposed with that infinite freedom that can only come from having time to do whatever the hell it is that you want to do, and a wheel and some tires that will take you wherever the fuck it is that you want to go. Thoughts that once felt sincerely personal begin feeling intimately free and space around you fills in as your head throbs with the thought, “Fuck it all, I’m out here.” There was a sense of solidarity in the failures of our trip, and I knew that once rested we would get in the car and we would have to drive again." -Sasha Barkans
An excerpt from “Water In The fuel”. Featured on Desillusion magazine with support from Sitka
"This is why the road trip is dying. Driving loses its novelty with consistent scenery and without a swell, the only high is found reveling in that feeling of invincibility that comes with rolling into a new town with five dirty friends, laughing at the soft insults slung your way by strangers as they acknowledge your youth. You grow tired of sleeping in dirt and only smelling the ocean’s brine, the feeling of being lost with a head inflated with substance and scenery is only as enjoyable if the rest of the car feels the same – and in our case, the census was out. You begin to chase that ability to feel weird and alive and look upon a new place with ignorant eyes but you soon realize that the highway has rendered many towns similar.”- Sasha Barkans.
An excerpt from “Water In The fuel”. Featured on Desillusion magazine with support from Sitka
"But for those that want to live what’s between point-a and point-b, the road trip is the only way." -Sasha Barkans
An Excerpt from “Water In The Fuel”. Featured on Desillusion magazine with support from Sitka.
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"The night before the trip we loosely spoke about our goals; we’d get an early start, get some surfing in around sunset, sleep on the beach, then wake up and carry on. But the next morning arrived at 1PM. I pulled my swollen eyelids as far apart as I could manage to look at my phone. I hadn’t missed any calls. I stood up and braced my hand over my eyes as I made my way to an unfamiliar washroom to unload whatever Greek-fry and shawarma medley was knocking at the back of my throat. Finally, the crew clumsily came together around three in the afternoon. With all of our belongings in the vehicle there wasn’t much room for movement, and the drive to the border was slow. The car was quiet save the exchange of pills and hangover remedies. It was a panorama of mouths agape, hoodies up, and heads resting on windows, and the air smelled of coffee sweat. We became aware that given the time, we weren’t going to get any surfing in on the first day." -Sasha Barkans.
An excerpt from Water In The Fuel.
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She’s playing with fire.
Let the mountains fall, but don’t let them fall on me.
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Water In The Fuel.