Author Archives: Rachel
FLAmenco.
Medium format slide film, yashica twin lens, St. Augustine, dancer in the square. Not square dancing.
Engulfed
A lifetime had passed since I’d last been to the places where I first began surfing. St. George Island. Cape San Blas. They get waves? I kind of remember…just barely. I moved to St. Augustine 6 years ago for school and a slightly more active side of the sea (many consider the East Coast pretty [...]
Pierouettes
We got up early to catch morning light and glass from an elevated perspective provided by the St. Augustine Pier. Chris tested out his new log from Scott Anderson, Nick’s board ran into a piling, Jacob surfed in his skivvies, fun was had by all.
Latest videographs
The Hands Across the Sand event was started to gather support against offshore drilling. Given the climate after the oil spill, participation grew a great deal from the first event in February (check out Lauren’s video from then). Also, this is an absurd celebration of Independence Day, explosions and the insanity of the beach on [...]
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Down with OCP
Chris Tincher puts together a most excellent surfing and skating oriented website/blog. Oldest City Productions has photos and videos from various contributors centered around St. Augustine (The oldest continuously inhabited european settlement…aka the oldest city). My favorite part though, is Chris’s writing. He’s super opinionated and endlessly entertaining. The other week I filmed with him [...]
Transatlantic transmissions: beachy keen.
A marriage of random words and images from a holiday weekend on a florida beach. dedicated to salty skies, oppressive heat and the sea as relief. This photo is (and arguably many of these images are) inspired by conversations with Mark Parrish, an artist I recently interviewed. We talked about many things but one was [...]
Why Bore?
My brief visit to Tampa involved a lot of bicycling, blood, and tacos. I stayed with some friends in the Ybor area…which tourists cannot pronounce. Here are a few phone-y pictures. Film ones will come some day.
Where the sea meets the sky
On the plane home, I overheard a woman explaining the horizon to her son. “See, the horizon is where the sea meets the sky.” We talked many times about climbing up to the lighthouse and it became a joke because we never seemed to get around to it. Multiple mornings included this dialogue: “What do [...]
While you were sleeping
One last kookaburra clock. My final full day in Australia and the predawn internal alarm. I get ready by candle light and hop on the motor bike down the back road to watch the breaching sun. There is no one around but the sea gulls, fish and a wild tribe of nomadic thoughts. As the [...]
Moonburn