Shooting Surf

As long time readers will know, a lot of my photography happens around or on the water. I’ve shot from longboats, I’ve photographed kayaks (and from kayaks), I’ve shot dinghy regattas and I’ve photographed while standing on the bottom of a swimming pool. What I’ve never photographed is surfing.

Downriver

All together, we drift down. The river’s full after the recent rains, tall grass and vegetation show partially submerged where they’ve been submerged. Every tree hangs its branches low across the flow which insists on dragging me through each spray of twigs – lean forward and headbutt your way through. Follow the line of plastic helmets above plastic craft against the dark background of riverside forestry. Go west old man. Watch out for the shallows.

Going Ever On and On

In the last few weeks, I’ve been reconsidering where I stand with the local road. That’s an odd sort of statement, to which I’ll try to give a little context. I walk a lot. I don’t currently run a car and I hate buses (there’s always the sense that the ten minutes spent waiting could … Continue reading Going Ever On and On