A while ago I spent some time at Logan Landry's home in Nova Scotia. We surfed and traveled and I got to hang with some rad east coast fellas, as well his family. Here is a photo of Logan's Grandfather, Reginald, holding an antique gun in their barn. There was a small beam of light coming in through the stained glass window, so we propped a chair up on the 4ft. high pile of rickety stacked wood and took 35mm portraits of him and his grandson.
Living on the devils dime.
After driving nine hours to Neah Bay, we pulled up to a familiar campsite and realized we were in the middle of a rave called Photosynthesis. We woke up to 100 empty C02 cartridges aka ‘whippets’ on the ground and our gas tank siphoned. #UnapologeticApologies
Natalie spoke confidently while reading the personal information, but as I watched her focus on the writing, I couldn’t help but wonder what she was feeling as she began to go further into detail. She continued while not skipping a beat. ”You decided that the risks of taking it are significant enough to motivate you to stop taking them.” she burst into laughter with her adolescent past. The fact she had lied to the nurse and had continued on using the pills was funny to her. I enjoyed the dark humor so I laughed as well. Yet, Natalie was more interested in easing her mind, so her body would continue to suffer until she found something simpler.
From my "Running On Empty" story.
Yoga, meditation, and zen philosophy, has play a key role in shifting my thoughts with anxiety and depression after losing my dad. I'm not alone when I say the reason I started yoga wasn't pretty. It has since been a stream of both frustration and inspiration toward my photography, whether it's visible or not. I owe a lot of love to all my teachers like Brittanie Firth Yoga and homies who've practiced beside, and in front of me. Jab Bless and Namaste Mother f(praisinghandsemoji)ckers!
Check out the rest of the shoot here http://www.alexguiryphoto.com/brit-yoga/
This year I quit my construction job. First thing I did was drive down the coast to San Diego with my partner. Along the way I reached out to three of the most influential photographers around me- Tom Nugent, Ryan Muirhead and pictured here Ryan Allan. I owe a lot to these guys for pushing me in the right direction through talking about their art, life, and creative process. Cheers, Big Love and Happy New Year to everyone else around.
We were back in small town Montañita, Ecuador and we'd lost Juan for about 8 hours. It was really unusual as we were always together and he'd never skip out on the swell that had started to fill in. We went for a damn good surf and ate lunch and went for another one. Still no Juan. "The hell?" I thought. We were starting to get worried. Late that evening he walked up the stairs and we yelled "Juan where the heck have you been!?" and he replied "Just talking to my beautiful girlfriend back home." Then about five minutes later he said "Oh, and I got into Harvard today."
I have a bunch of new photos up from my trip down to South America. Of all my styles this kind of photography is what I want to keep recreating most.
Have a look and let me know what you think!
I can't find this photo and I probably never will. It's a one off, double exposure 5x6 print from when I was 15. It ain't edited on a computer, or shot in camera like most are, this was done in the dark room on an enlarger with two negatives sandwiched together. This was my girlfriend Daryl's little brother Jakey at 7. Jakey had and has down-syndrome. I overlapped his portrait with a road lined in trees. At that time the only people I showed my photos were friends and classmates- and they were upset with the outcome. It was the first time I was happy with something and no one else was- creatively. Love yea Jakey.
Have you ever called up the guy or girl who's several paces ahead of you in your career path in order to gain insight? I met up with one of my favorite photographers Ryan Muirhead Photography and had one of the heaviest draw dropping conversations on life and art and how deeply integrated they are for him. Here's Ryan with his favorite Leica, at home in his backyard in Portland, Oregon.
Two years ago Rachel left school in Vancouver and returned home to Bainbridge Island (outside Seattle) to reset her life. One night, biking home from work she was hit by a careless driver just blocks from her family farm. She was bed ridden. With her new friends out of state, and old friends moved on she was depressed and alone.
"They held the ferry and everything to get to the ER on the mainland. I spent the night at Harborview Medical Center in Seattle listening to three people die on the other side of the curtain- a young kid in a car accident, and old addict, and a dude in a bar fight. It was terrifying and humbling. I wasn't treated for the whole night because I wasn't dying. Somehow I was grateful for that. But I didn't know if I had nerve damage and would walk again, so I was scared as fuck. My mobility is priceless. Luckily I'm just shorter than I used to be. I'm 23 and have the back of an 80 year old. I was stuck in a brace for three months. Depressed and on painkillers. I quit that shit fast. That's when I got my runty, weepy eyed cat named Bonzo from a sketchy woman off highway 99. You can also buy drugs or company by the hour. I was told I shouldn't keep him because he might not live very long. But we're both fine. He's honestly the only way I got through it."
As we walk away from the field she gives me a smirk and tells me that the earth below us is where her and her family buried their dead animals. "This hallowed ground we are standing on was dug when my first puppy, a chocolate lab named Josie, was hit by a car. There's two llamas, a blind alpaca, three cats a lizard and some fish."
It's been two years of healing. Rachel is very grateful for her current state of health. She's on route to becoming a naturopathic doctor at Bastyr University, and tomorrow is off to climb Mount Rainier. Jah Bless.
Now that we are lonely.