Medium format slide film, yashica twin lens, St. Augustine, dancer in the square. Not square dancing.
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Two, if by sea.
the Surfing Tree
Seven Mile
The ocean has been a pretty big part of this trip. We wrapped up filming for 31 days in March although there is still plenty of editing to be done. Since then, it has been nice to go down to the ocean and just enjoy without lugging loads of equipment.
The variety of breaks and beaches is incredible on this little stretch of the world. We’ve surfed some of the most crowded waves and some of the emptiest just a few miles from each other. Simply go around a bend or headland and the size becomes quartered and the wind favorable.
La Toalla
Lauren and I got assigned some interesting nicknames upon arrival. Resistance was futile.
Australian alter-egos: La La and Ray Ray
Weird and delicious.
One fish, two fish, red fish, brown fish.
Vegan Fishing (photo by Lauren)
Much of the time, we surfed the Pass. It’s usually a knee high, crowded, right pointbreak. Perfect for logging and regularfoots and those comfortable with the masses. It took me about a month to get over being a goofyfoot in the land of rights and my anxiety with big boards and lots of humans. Lately, it’s been far less crowded and I’m learning to love it. The sunsets there are unrivaled.
A slightly less secluded spot
One, if by land.
Moth in monochrome
Lauren and I did some planting one day on the farm. We looked pretty tough with our shovels and machetes and wheelbarrow. Funny how life sometimes requires a little death. Apologies to the grasses we disturbed in order to make holes for trees. But how incredible that humans can intentionally (and hopefully positively) shape an environment. I don’t know who we are to judge what plants should go where but here’s to hoping we made a good choice in placing some native trees in former cattle fields (which before that were forests).
the destructor.
the creator
Austral Weeks
la luna
Moon Rise
La Olo
More photos exist, just slowly getting through them. A few more with my friends: La Luna, La La and Olo.
Winters past
Vermont
Before we met
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.
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.
Waist-deep in history
Winter Trees
Illuminated from within
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.
Moonburn
A few years ago, I had a dream that I was a journalist and was sent to interview a woman who was a witch. She worshiped the moon. We got into a weird discussion. I told her that the moon’s light was not its own, that it was only reflecting the light from the sun. There’s plenty of symbolism and meaning that could be interpreted from this but the true lesson is my dream self is kind of a jerk.
In the past year I’ve been especially drawn to photographing subjects lit primarily by moonlight. The resulting images almost look like daytime but there is a quality to them that I don’t think would happen in any other light.
The Rivernecks