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Caleufu River is situated in Patagonia, about 4 hours drive north of Bariloche. Although the Precordillera (a term used to describe the geographical area where the Andes mountains begin) can seem like a dry and deserted place, there are many lakes and rivers that form green extensions where wildlife gathers. But it can be a treacherous place in the summer: due to the increasing temperatures the rivers dry up and food is scarce. It’s a place far away from everything and everyone, where as a child I spend many summers: camping, fishing, hunting. After a 13 year gap I decided to take a fishing trip with my father. Here are a few pictures that I believe capture the atmosphere of this trip.
I’ve been involved in a few projects this year, but this one is my favourite. Finally out ! Enjoy.
I’m back in The Big Smoke. Strangest of feelings after being on the road for a while. The last three weeks have been amazing. Not only did I get to surf and take pictures, but I made new friends: something that seems harder and harder in London as the years go by.
I got back the first contact sheet today and it’s already looking good. 23 more to go, and loads more scanning work. But fuck it’s worth it.
I want to thank everyone who took part in the UK Pro Surf Tour for opening up and working with me to get some fantastic results. This is hopefully the beginning of a long lasting friendship.
And here my favourite shot from today’s developing.
Here’s a little edit I shot last Sunday at Thurso East for the Winter Session competition.
It was late afternoon and quite dark, but Gordon Fontaine was rippin’ it.
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I awoke at first light on Sunday morning. It seemed like a normal day in Thurso. The clouds hung on the sky as the first light struggled to squeeze between them. But something was off. The air was still and the so familiar sound of waves breaking on the cliffs gone.
We’d been expecting a big swell all week and at the time it seemed like we’d be leaving Thurso without the thrill. Everyone gathered at Thurso East after breakfast but today the air was charged, and word spread that a big swell would arrive at midday.
An offshore wind cleared the clouds and began to whistle. The incoming tide covered the reefs and soon enough, out of nowhere in the still sea, the approaching lines grew and grew and grew till they could not hold any longer. Thurso East was pumping with it’s legendary right. A perfect balance between size and power that no one will forget.
With no swell in Thurso we skipped town in search of waves. It didn’t take us long to find a break, we’re in Scotland after all. Here’s The Bubblehead Daily presenting The Grommets.
Surfers: Josh Braddock, Miles Hargreaves, Luke Dillon, Angus Scotney & Daniel Crockett.
After a fun Sunday at Saltburn Pier, and having witnessed the most bizarre speech by Russel Winter at the Saltburn Open presentation (I think he was high on life), we headed out on the road to Thurso. We arrived yesterday afternoon.
Once again, the unbearable beauty of Scotland welcomed us. As if it knew we were coming, the skies opened up, and as the night fell the moon rose in Thurso over the Orkney islands.
Today we headed to the east coast in search of swell and o boy it was pumping. Expect another edit tomorrow.
Here’s a little daily edit of Gordon Fontaine shooting the pier at Saltburn, and a few pictures from the road to Thurso.