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This beach is a paradise, the water is so clear.. Tried to shoot with Krab and LC-Wide ..this are the best shots out of 3 rolls. I´m very happy with the results!
This beach is a paradise, the water is so clear.. Tried to shoot with Krab and LC-Wide ..this are the best shots out of 3 rolls. I´m very happy with the results!
This beach is a paradise, the water is so clear.. Tried to shoot with Krab and LC-Wide ..this are the best shots out of 3 rolls. I´m very happy with the results!
We all have so many insignificant objects at first sight at home, but they are not so insignificant. look at them with different eyes, and different camera as well AHHAHAHHA SO FU***G POETIC.
Another amazing day of winter break in Hawaii! Drove down with my friends to North Shore and spent the day at the beach and exploring Haleiwa. I also got to use my Krab for the first time, it came in handy especially when it started raining on and off. Quite happy with these results!
The flowers cut and brought inside<br>
Black cars in a single line<br>
Your family in suits and ties<br>
And you're free<br><br>
The ache I feel inside<br>
Is where the life has left your eyes<br>
I'm alone for our last goodbye<br>
But you're free<br><br>
I remember you like yesterday<br>
Yesterday<br>
I still can't believe you're gone<br>
Oh I remember you like yesterday<br>
Yesterday<br>
And until I'm with you, I carry on<br><br>
Adrift on your ocean floor<br>
I feel weightless numb and sore<br>
A part of you and me is torn<br>
You're free<br><br>
I woke from a dream last night<br>
I dreamt that you were by my side<br>
Reminding me I still had life<br>
In me<br><br>
I remember you like yesterday<br>
Yesterday<br>
I still can't believe you're gone<br>
Oh I remember you like yesterday<br>
Yesterday<br>
And until I'm with you, I carry on<br><br>
I'll carry on, I'll carry on<br><br>
Every lament is a love song<br>
Yesterday, yesterday<br>
I still can't believe you're gone<br><br>
Every lament is a love song<br>
Yesterday, yesterday<br><br>
So long my friend, so long<br><br>
<i>Song by Switchfoot</i>
Sailing a tall ship is hard work, but it's an extremely rewarding experience. There's nothing quite like watching the sunset from way up the mast after a trying day of sailing.
I never think of myself as a water person. When people ask "Are you a beach person?" or "Are you a water person?" the more sardonic part of me wants to reply by informing them that the human body is about 60% water, so we are, in fact, all "water people", myself included — we literally cannot exist without it. Usually though, I respond by stating that, although I'm very fond of the ocean, for example, I'm only fond of it in the sense that I like knowing it's nearby. The thought is comforting somehow. But even though I quite like living close enough to the sea to look out at it, or breathe in the salt air, or listen to the waves lap at the shore at nights, I'm not really sure what to do with the ocean. I'm an animal of the inner city. I live amongst the power lines and alleyways and hole-in-the-wall cafes and bars; rooftop gardens and dirty gutters. I like looking for beauty in the decaying concrete jungle, and the only swimming I do seems to be in the mountains of work that pile up around me. Having said that, I'm also a traveler. If not by design then out of necessity. And looking back over my lomographs it's suddenly clear to me how much water I've crossed on my travels, and how much time I've spent on the sandy edges of continents — sipping cocktails while the sun goes down, or marvelling at bikini-clad beauties, or throwing frisbees, or spearing calamari. Once I had to drive speedboats for a children's tv show I was in. I wish I had some pictures of that... So what would I miss the most about water if it was suddenly and inexplicably taken away? That's an easy one: Life. And I don't mean existence — the two are different things. I don't just mean waking up in the morning, opening your eyes and breathing the air into your lungs — I mean living; diving headfirst into a crashing wave at Maroubra, feeling a bite on the end of your fishing line at Cape Leveque, watching the sun rise over Lake Michigan, cartwheeling down Huntington Beach. Water is life.
These are from an old roll of Fujichrome Velvia which was loaded into Canon Sureshot years ago. A holiday trip brought out the camera last year and the film went in with a number of rolls of C-41. No one (not myself or at the lab) noticed and it got mistakenly cross processed. The resulting shots are wonderfully garrish.
One sunny Saturday morning, we decided to visit Mother Farm in Chiba to see my wife's favorite animal, sheep. After enjoying playing with those lovely creatures, we had a lunch.... ahem... a BBQ lamb.
