Confessions of a Surf Photographer
CONFESSIONS OF A SURF PHOTOGRAPHER
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Dear Bushra,
“I killed a deer for food this year. I am happy about it - and grateful to God for having something to eat for the next few months. But, the memories from the next week or so after I killed him are still burned hauntingly into my memory”.
| Angel of Death, |
“Why doesn’t the guy pay for it?
“He has no money.”
“Ah right, the drinking problem. Makes sense I guess.”
| Wildlife |
“ I was standing at the rear of my car, trunk wide open, suitcase laid bare, fiddling with one of the screws on my camera's water housing when the fear hit me. “
| For Nouvelle Vague | Tackling Pipeline | Full-Length Vers |
“But what struck me the most about this tree, was that from top to bottom, every inch of this tree was covered in thorns.”
| The Kapok Tree |
“ The pace of life, navigating traffic, being on such a tight schedule, the things people were saying, even just how fast people were talking to me was really jarring.”
| Back to America |