Despite the complete and utter exhaustion of each big day and the weeks spent sitting in front of a computer editing, wedding photography definitely does have its perks. One such perk was 48 hours in Baja California for Jeza's bucks that completely coincidentally coincided with the best swell that particular Mexican peninsula had seen in many months. It's amazing how much surf and how many fish tacos you can fit in 48 hours. Seriously amazing...
You should all know that I have fallen in love...
...with a Polaroid Land Camera.
She has issues, as would anyone of her age, but nothing that a little time and tender-loving-care can't overcome.
Her biggest problem is that the only sustenance she craves is original Polaroid film, all of which only exists in the terrifying (and terrifyingly expensive) LAND OF EBAY, and whose supply diminishes by the day, never to return.
Fuji do a fine job keeping the film creating process alive, but the colours, tones and completely insane behaviour of THE REAL THING cannot be duplicated. Not by Fuji. Not by Apple. Not by Instaspam. Not even by the wonderful people at VSCO.
I recently traipsed five of the mighty United States collecting images on said chemicals, some successfully and some terribly unsuccessfully. Herewith are a first handful from The Sunshine State (Florida).
While in Peru for the Christian Surfers Americas Conference a bunch of us managed to slip down to the classic left point of Puerto Viejo one afternoon. It was a mission based around maximising water time, so I had about a minute to shoot photos of the epic sunset before we had to race back. It was the only instance of the sun appearing throughout my entire trip. Apparently Lima is almost perputally grey, and certainly was while I was there, so a bit of sun was quite the delight and the little lefts peeling off the bar at Puerto Viejo were well worth rushing around for.