One of my favourites from the whole trip.
Fifty fifty whether we walked this way or down the main road to Jackson Bay but this time everything looked right.
Most of my ‘favourite’ pictures have come from being in the right place at the right time with my camera in hand. Wanting to have it in hand or comfortably hanging off me is a decisive factor in whether I take a picture or the moment passes.
The way the light and colour changes in Vincy, another 30 seconds and this wouldn’t have looked the same.
Ever present.
Got very lucky with visibility and came away with film that looks like a painting.
Final Vincy pictures will be coming soon. I appreciate all the reminders and kind words about posting. Couldn’t hold onto this one. Wanted to show you all x
Mt. Toubkal - 4,167m
Street/Base Camp/Summit
9h+ Up & Down with my Brothers 🏔️
( Shot on iPhone 17 + Various Film/Digital Cameras via
@jacksavage13 & @matjojo_ )
OOO. I’d like to think I’ll still be posting daily and I am posting this from a coach on the other side of the world. However if I lack over the next week you will have to forgive me.
Bequia is the home island of Alex. Equal parts man and myth. Rare to find someone as authentic and to the point as that man. His pictures are coming. For now, please enjoy the views and take it easy on yourself.
If the Mechanic pulls up in this you know he’s serious.
First night on the Island, Big Ride being prepped to roll again. Like a lot of Islands; there are seemingly abandoned cars all over. Every vehicle has a personality and that is something we’ll look at more going forwards.
Hard to make my mind up on how I want to deliver these (And all projects really). In two minds as to whether I just give you my favourites or whether I add more filler. A lot of these serve no real purpose but in the moment I wanted to capture what I was saw. So it must have moved me in some way.
Do you see?
I have a fascination with these eyes into the beyond. It happened to be that this time truly took the form of an eye. The peaceful and connected vines and leaves make way to the crashing waves on the rocks beneath. Do you see?
Vision is not something everyone beholds. ‘To see’ past one’s own core values and beliefs, the tent poles that make you ‘you’ is not something that can be done with closed eyes and mind. I understand it’s scary, but everything that you know is not as it seems.
‘In every man, there are many men’ - 50 Cent I think
I hadn’t planned on doing the ‘me’ post until the end of this but I also hadn’t planned on worrying people with the first post.
I can’t really put into words how the support, words and messages I’ve received have made me feel. Despite what I said I have never felt more confident in who I am and what I do. I’m learning all the time and proving daily that I can and I am doing almost anything that I want to do and put my mind to.
Vincy truly felt like the first time I experienced the world for myself. I’m lucky to have been about this rock a little bit (Vincy actually the fourth time I’ve been to the Caribbean) (and I know there _are_ other places like it) but I had never been somewhere like St Vincent and the Grenadines. We’ll explore that through more images soon.
That being said, there are often times when there is so much to do that I do nothing.
I have plans that I’ve started and stalled. I’ve avoided and ignored people close to me just because I don’t know how to respond or open a conversation. And once a day passes and more messages and notifications come through it becomes even harder and more overwhelming to go back because I know you know I haven’t replied and now I’m feeling like I have to address the time passed blah blah. Rambling again.
Anyway all that just to say,
Thank you, genuinely. I am okay and will continue to be okay and working it out day by day. 1%. Be patient, grow daily.
I never really want to type what I want to type. I know that deep down nobody really cares and I think that’s also what prevents me from posting (at this point) the one thousand plus pictures I’ve taken in the last few years. A lot of those were film so if you know you know.
Since my Grandad was the only person I was ever actually eager to show my pictures too it feels like no one else’s opinion matters now and in effect the pictures themselves do not matter.
I had a lot of ideas about what I wanted to type here but the truth is I’m exhausted with life, I’m sad in myself and about what’s unfolding in the world.
I know that these words do not matter. They carry as much weight as you the reader put on them and that weight also comes from whether you know me or not.
It’s 12:36 and I have work tomorrow. Im not going to reread this and make adjustments. I know I’m probably rambling and maybe I’ll continue to do that.
Completely lost in all of the above shit is the actual reason I’m posting this. Last year I had the honour and pleasure of not only going away for the first time with my brother but to also travel to his home Island and meet his family and many other souls in St Vincent.
This is the first time I’m sharing these publicly and will continue to post more in the coming weeks. I hope that you can feel something looking at these images.
The truth is I want things to change yet I’m scared of that same change. Things have worked out so far though right?
