Tuesday 29 March 2016

San Diego



The planes were coming in low. They appeared silent at first, almost ghostlike through the jagged outline of San Diego.

It's a strange place to be anchored. We had a huge miltary base behind us, and every now and then we could hear the thumping sounds of distant helicopters. I watched as five grey choppers took off like a pack of wolves, following each other suit over the low rectangular buildings.







I rowed the dinghy to town. I walked with the camera, trying to be open for something new. Planes were constantly coming in at the airport. I could hear the short squeeks of rubber and sudden roars from thrust reversals. It was a noisy place. Cars and trains added to the constant buzz of modern infrastructure. But the high-tech buzz would not give anything away.

After awhile I realized that this place was forcing me to accept photography as something else. I had to stop lying.











Thursday 21 January 2016

Living without knowing




This is the second book from our stay in Alaska. Please view in fullscreen.