Many of you have been following my journey online for many years, the Monday to Friday blog posts from Manly and my regular travels abroad. Over the last year I started to feel constrained by the routine of the daily blog post and email format, so I started working on a new concept, a concept I am proud to share with you today.
The Saltmotion Photographic Journal is a visual story-telling site that allows me to showcase full size images as well as share the stories that went into creating them. It is a site unconstrained by the limitations of email and designed to be viewed full screen for maximum viewing impact. It is a place where I can take you on a journey, in detail, rather than having to ‘sum-up’ what I want to share into just one paragraph. I encourage you to take your time, revisit, share, comment and engage in this beautiful new platform I have created.
The Saltmotion Photographic Journal has no set schedule. I anticipate a new issue every few weeks depending on where I am in the world and what I have been able to see through the viewfinder or tap out on the keyboard. Whilst the frequency of the updates may have decreased, I promise you, the quality of them will drastically increase.
Myself and my team of surfing, design and website-code wizards have also completely re-built the Saltmotion website and online shop. It is all about the photographs and seeing them full screen in as much detail as possible. It also includes an engine to actually create mock-ups of what my images will look like as artwork on your walls, it’s very cool!
The Saltmotion Gallery in Manly is our physical home and where the best of my work hangs for you to see. The Saltmotion website and journal is now a true digital reflection of what we have created in that space.
An Adventure in Words
The weather report
The first text message before dawn
Standing on the cliff
Wind that bites
Squinting through the darkness
The first signs of daylight
The phone calls
The hint of a secret
Has anyone ever surfed it
The lack of knowledge
Left or right
The half hour bush bash in the cold
Bush bashing with a surfboard
An 8-foot surfboard
Right was wrong
The light sweat on arrival
Spray in the face
The first ride
The first tumble
The time held underwater
The next breath of freezing air
The times that make you feel alive
The screams of your mates cheering you
Time to go in
The scramble up the rocks
Getting dry, getting (almost) warm
The pact to keep a secret
Left or right
The easy path out
Should have known earlier
Happy that you didn’t
The drive home passed a blown out beach
The reward worth the effort
An amazing sense of satisfaction
An incredible life
A stormy day in…
Winter In Sydney
An old friend of mine from high school heads up an oceanic research team where they maintain an array of underwater ‘receivers’ throughout the worlds oceans that track tagged marine life. The depth of knowledge Andrew and his team have of the marine world is incredible and I could listen to them talk for hours about the work they do. In August they happened to be a person short for a dive team headed to Heron Island to do some work on the array of receivers, so they asked me to join them. For me, the lure of being able to photograph inside some of the ‘green’ zones on the Great Barrier Reef was enough to get me to volunteer to do some diving work.
Heron Island is split into two halves, the University of Queensland Research Station occupy half the island and the Heron Island Resort the other half. It is a mecca for SCUBA divers, whale watchers and wildlife enthusiasts. Personally, I was just hoping for some clear water, something beautiful to point the camera at and a sunny break from winter in Sydney. Heron delivered on all three.
Blue Water Hunting
I spent an afternoon with a group of spearfishermen and was expecting to see a boatload of easily caught fish at the end of the day. It was not to be. The blue water hunters I was photographing were out to target certain species, over a certain size, the ‘good eating’ fish and anything else was not even a consideration.
Practiced properly, this form of fishing is 100% selective, produces no bycatch and does no harm to anything except what was targeted for food. Given I eat fish, I can’t claim to being this selective and careful about what I take from the oceans myself.
I often buy from the local fish market, knowingly supporting unsustainable fishing methods, feeling guilty about it, but stopping there.
For me, watching these spearfishermen swim past so many fish, fish they could have taken for the table, yet leave them, was an elegant and respectful thing to witness. They would rather go home empty handed than lower themselves to taking a fish that was not going to provide food in a sustainable manner. Environmentalists have often spoken about spearfishing in less than kind tones. I understand that, if abused, it can be destructive, but if respected I think it is one of the most sustainable forms of fishing.
Spring on the East Coast
A weekend down south
Thanks for taking the time to look through the first issue of my Journal, I really hope you enjoyed it.
I am heading off on a few adventures now, I’ve spent a lot of time at the computer getting all of this done over the past few months and I feel a little deprived of saltwater and sunshine. I’ll have the next issue ready for you soon, until then please have a look at our new website.
A massive thank you to the team involved in this project, you know who you are.
Enjoy your day,