48 Hours in Baja

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...

Southbound Train

A short while ago I reckoned my longstanding sidekick - the trustworthy Nikon FM I'd held 6 years - to be truly deceased (but for special occasions that demand large amounts of light declaring their prescence at will). Having made this decision I set about purchasing two bright, shiny new ones (at least as new as a 40 year old camera can be), so as to be able to consectuively run colour and black and white and not have to worry about what roll I was currently stuck with. Thankfully the eBay machine was good to me and I acquired two fresh FM bodies with two fresh Nikkor lenses, including a much sought after 50mm 1.4, without too much trouble or cost.

Excited and ready to put my new toys to work I set off down the coast for our annual Christian Surfers Regional Challenge. As tends to be the case with such weekends the surf was pumping, so the cameras sat fairly idle, but a few shots slipped through, as did the film. While learning the ways of my new bodies I inadvertantly shot a handful of double exposures. They didn't come out great, but they are interesting at least and so I showcase them here, along with the rest...