Yours truly punching through a winter wave in 2005.

After a long day of photo editing yesterday I was weighing my options on the evenings outdoor exercise and fresh air activity. The wind was laying down on Kachemak Bay and from my house I can just barely see the beach- the waves didn’t look big enough for a good surf session on a surf board but the sea kayak is less demanding, AND it had been just over two years since I last surfed the big boat.

Loaded the sea kayak, drove to beach and had second thoughts about my choice of activity as I watched a few 5ft beach break waves crash into the gravel. Definitely worth the drive back home for that helmet that I forgot.

Back at the beach I waited for a lull between sets and happily slid out without any hydro-poundings in the shorebreak. What fun to paddle a slippery fast 18ft kayak through the waves. It’s a totally different experience from paddling out on a 7ft surfboard. I headed down the beach to where a few surfing buddies where out on their longboards riding the mushy wind swell. While the waves were a bit too soft for good surf board rides they were awesome for my re-introduction to sea kayak surfing. The faces on the set waves were roughly 4-5ft high, and the rides were plenty long with the speed of the long kayak allowing me to catch the waves far from the shore and ride them for a couple hundred yards until I was either spat out or slipped off them before getting too close to the boulder strewn beach.

It’s always fun to get back out doing a sport that you haven’t for a while. The thrills are all exciting again, but the muscle memory is still there to make it possible without the learning curve. I used to sea kayak a lot, even instructed with a friend who runs the Alaska Kayak School, but the last couple years my sea kayak mostly collected dust. With a new surf (underwater) housing in my arsenal this summer I plan to develope some new angles on Alaskan sea kayaking. I’ll keep you posted.

The shot below is me once again, this time after paddling backwards over a wave we figured to be about 25ft high on the face. As you might imagine this photo has a story of it’s own.

Both the above photos were taken by a friend, Josiah Pisel, who occasionally joins me on adventures. When I have an idea for a shot that I can’t talk him into modeling for me, he’s usually gracious enough to operate the camera while I do my own modeling.

I’ll leave you with a shot of Josiah heading out for a winters surf kayak during a snow storm in December 2002.

Back home in Alaska I have been spending hours, no days, editing photos from my recent 2.5 week assignment to Vietnam. While editing this morning a couple photos got me thinking about what I do as a professional photographer. What am I looking for in these thousands of images?

My task was to “photographically document priority areas.” With such a vague assignment I had the opportunity to constantly decide what specifically to photograph and how, in order to best document the issues. This basically meant looking for photographs that would help a World Wildlife Fund publication or staff person explain the forestry industry in Vietnam.

As a photographer my desire is to use the photographs to not just tell a story, but to present the visual elements in such a way that the photo is attractive. I want the photos to be engaging in some way that will hold the viewers attention and create interest in the subject.

I believe this familiar effort to document something with photos that draw and hold attention is my greatest value as a professional photographer. When touring a furniture plant with limited time and harsh mid-day light I use all the experience and talent I can muster to make photos that show the subject in an interesting and engaging way.

The photo above I consider a success because it grabs my attention and asks me stop and think about the story it tells.  I won’t struggle to describe why it attracts me or why I think it’s ‘artistic’ that is better left to writers. For my part I’ll continue striving to make images that contain these mysterious qualities and perhaps you can explain them to me.

The first few days of my assignment in Vietnam was spent in district 1 of Ho Chi Minh City (3 nights at one of the A&EM hotels). The hotel was just a 2 minute walk from city’s main market - Ben Thanh Market.

Two mornings in a row I wandered around amongst the produce and seafood aisles watching and photographing the shopkeepers prepare for the day. I didn’t realize how nice it was to be in the market early until I returned in the afternoon to find it a mad house with hardly room to move, let alone compose photographs without being a nuisance. The Vietnamese seemed to enjoy watching this very curious white boy with the big camera, and were kind enough to let me obsess over their critters.

Of the photographs I took one of those mornings the macros catch my eye most.