The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

These are additional photos from way back when. Shootin’ the moon.

This one is a sunrise from when I lived in Lincolnville. I got up early and went to the intracoastal to watch the sun rise. Now I live on the other shore and watch sunsets.

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The stylings of

What is going on in my section of life.

Australia, in February. All the way until April. To live, to surf, to make little videos.

Playing the ukulele. and the guitar. I’m not good at either but that isn’t the point. The simple act of being able to create sounds may be the closest I ever get to meditation. It is wonderful.

The Cove. I watched it twice in two days because it blew my mind. Odds are, if I’ve seen you this week, I’ve talked your ear off about it. Watch it as soon as possible.

Cole and I picked oranges in Palatka, which were then juiced for Lisa's going away breakfast

Cole and I picked oranges in Palatka, which were then juiced for Lisa's going away breakfast

Another big inspiration right now: My friend Lisa is going to grad school in South Africa. St. Augustine won’t be quite the same without her. There was a big going away weekend for her.

I spent a whole day last week picking and delivering oranges. We took a break to visit the Ravine Gardens which are gorgeous.

I went home and saw my mom and Jessie. I walked around Leon Sinks and got to know a new member of the family.

Leon Sinks

Leon Sinks Red

Bare Feet

dog

I miss this

I finally got to surf for the first time this year. This picture isn't from then but in case you were wondering, the water is freezing cold.

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Winters past

Vermont

Driving through foggy Vermont

Sun Oat Fog

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Before we met

My mother, before she was my mother.

My mother — before she was my mother.

It is strange and incredible to think about a person’s life outside of your own relationship with them. Who were we before we met? We go through many seasons in our living time and sometimes they are varied so much they feel like completely different lives.

My mom, in a less distant past

A less distant past.

The first photo is one taken by my godfather and was *sort of* restored by me (it was torn in half). The 2nd I took a few years ago with a medium format yashica.

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Waist-deep in history

Winter Trees

Winter Trees

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Cultural excursions

Riding“I feel like there should be a border crossing to get here”

I find fewer places in this world stranger than flea markets.

They are certainly at the midpoint, if not the lower end, of the consumerism digestive tract. Sure, there might be a few nutritional treasures that can be incredibly rewarding but you have to sort through a sea of shit in order to find those. The other week, a few friends and I tapewormed our way through the St. Johns Flea Market. Welcome to the St. Johns Flea Market

For me, trips like this start out as joyously amusing (look at all this STUFF!) and turn to mildly depressive exhaustion pretty quickly(look. at. all. this. stuff.). Walmart purchases decidedly do not age gracefully.

An entire booth dedicated to miscellaneous wires and cables.

Moldy roller blades.

A tickle me elmo.

When he first came onto the scene, mothers and fathers fought over him in the store aisles. And now here is elmo, untickled. He’s sitting with a posse of beanie babies, tags still attached, on a particle board table being bleached by the sun.

What things are we creating and hoarding at present that we will see the absurdity in later on a future flea market excursion? All of these silly plastic trinkets provide such fleeting joy. I’m glad that they stop over at the flea market for us to pick over once more before officially being declared trash and taken away to make fake hills or fill pits.

That isn’t to say all one will find in a flea market is a cheap plastic hangover. In fact, some people are able to comb through and completely reap without being disturbed in the least. I salute them.

Jacob is an excellent and enterprising finder of treasure. He got this fishing pole for $15 and sold it to a guy passing by for $20

Jacob is an excellent and enterprising finder of treasure. He got this fishing pole for $15 and sold it to a guy passing by for $20

Here are a few images and things that gave me some of that fleeting joy:

A mirror featuring an inuit spearing a seal! $3

A mirror with an inuit spearing a seal on it! $3

Friends know when to give hugs

Friends know when to give hugs

 Lauren at the exit. In case you can't see, the boy in the background with the untied shoes and adidas track pants is reading a brochure on satellite tv. It's important to be informed before making such a purchase.

Lauren at the exit. In case you can't see, the boy in the background with the untied shoes and adidas track pants is reading a brochure on satellite tv. It's important to be informed before making such a purchase.

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Campbell, condensed.

“…if you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. When you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in your field of bliss, and they open doors to you. I say, follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.”

- Joseph Campbell

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Illuminated from within

Flower light

Leave it to a human to electrify plant matter. This is a still taken during the making of
1 0. I deconstructed a flower and then reassembled it around a small halogen light.

1 0 from Rachel Bardin on Vimeo.

youtube version

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petroleum rainbow

Technicolor Swamp

technicolor swamp, south carolina

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the Midnight Sun

norwegiansunset

This is a fairly unremarkable photograph — it appears to be a grainy, mediocre attempt at a shot of a sunset. I found it not long ago and didn’t see much about it that made it worth keeping until I realized when and where it was captured.
What makes it interesting, at least for me, is this took place at about 11:30 p.m. on a tiny island in Oslofjord.

In a time of year when the sun now sets at about 5:30, it is nice to look back at something recalls an endless day.

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