In the last few years I’ve ridden a number of ferries through the San Juan and Gulf Islands, in the western U.S. and Canada. Naturally, the camera comes out for passing boats, dramatic skies, and cliff-clinging madrones. But I also find myself drawn to the shapes and shadows on board the ferries themselves. Here are four of the compositions that have arisen from these moments; click open for slideshow.
Lake Merced, near the southern boundary of San Francisco, one morning of Thanksgiving weekend. Fog in, out, in, out again. It was a certain kind of morning that urged a certain timeless treatment of the images … or at least, a treatment evoking an earlier time in photography’s history. Strangest and most wonderful to me were the tall unfamiliar rooftops rising in the melting fog. In their stairstepping vagueness they seemed like something from an ancient civilization.