Drew Miller and I cut together some of our prettiest, most ambiguous and Floridian footage for the FLOAT art show. And only got one photo for evidence. I included long drawn out clips of the swimmers from Wakulla Springs and Drew featured some of his water photography and other projects.
There were some nice ocean waves here lately. My friends got a few tubes on Sunday which was fun to watch.
Sandy Britches {} Dave Rastovich from Rachel Bardin on Vimeo.
After chasing them down the beach for a few hours, I got to go catch a few for myself. Contrapuntal music for laughs.
Some more surfing. I went swimming this day. The clouds have just been stunning this summer.
Dark Horse Summer Jive from Rachel Bardin on Vimeo.
Testing out shooting lightning. I was riding home from work and saw this amazing crescent moon, dramatic cloud lightning going on. I missed the moon but I’m intrigued with shooting lightning now.
Wakulla springs and the river that flows from there never cease to amaze me. While so much of Florida has been developed, this place is still wild and enchanting. I am thankful to call it a home.
I could spend a whole day underwater, fresh or salty, looking at fish and bubbles and swimming. What follows are a few clips from a trip down the Wakulla River, one that started as a misty morning. After that is a 3 minute study of humans plunging into the depths of one of the world’s largest and deepest springs.
What most draws me to this visual is the violent high speed plunge and then the gestures in suspension and reanimation as people climb slowly back to the surface. Missiles and newborns and insects suspended in amber.
Log in St Aug, achromatic backlit wave riding. Visuals: pushing the natural silvery elements of an east coast morning.
Footage of South Africa shot on Ektachrome Super 8. Animals, surfing, and scenery.
A few tee-niny peelers from Shindokneesia
It took me too long to fix the water housing. The project involved me acknowledging that after so much hassle with housings, this one, the one that traveled so far and was supposed to work, wasn’t working either. Fortunately, I was able to identify exactly where it leaked and after some light research, walked thoroughly confused into the hardware store. Sidenote: I love hardware stores…they are so practical. Anyway, this is boring but some types of adhesives are good for metal, not so good for plastics…they can make the plastics brittle etc. Other types of adhesives are not really rated for below the water level sealing. So I just went with Amazing Goop. A mysterious substance that killed a few of my braincells and solved my aquatic camera problems for the time being.
We had some spectacularly clear waters the day prior to this one, and some beautiful waves. I was hoping for similar conditions on this day but of course it was half as big and twice as murky. But still, it was good fun and it was good to practice filming in the water again.
Actually, it’s a fixed gear. Video done for Drift Magazine of Derek Schmitt being crazy on a unicycle.
I managed to tire myself out enough to stop surfing and film for a bit (though treading water for 2 hours is equally or more exhausting).
It was fun swimming around the reef…I just fixed up the waterhousing for the fancy cam so this may be my last shoot with the go pro for a while. They work surprisingly well but low light and focus in lower light aren’t strong points. The wide angle is fun but it requires being extremely close to the subject to get a decent shot. It’s fun not being able to see what you shoot until you get home though.
On the road again…hopefully my last gas guzzle til the end of the summer.
I split up documenting the trip between 3 cameras, the film camera, the digital camera and the little go pro for video. I started out digital for the first part of the trip because the shows were at night.
Matt, Jacob, Rich and Jeff on Sea Beach.
The first show was in Old San Juan. The people we met there were very passionate and full of questions about the music scenes where we’re from.
Bass drum holder, hat stealer, and host extraordinaire.
Denim clad rockers.
Bountiful subject matter for a photographer with an affinity for the absurd.
