During our time spent in search of the Midnight Sun and frantically searching for shelter from the never ending rain, we shot through two cartridges of instant film on a vintage Polaroid OneStep we purchased off Gumtree the week before we left home.
With our memories filled with the beauty of Japan’s sakura trees in full bloom, we have put together a small photo essay to share some of the blossoms that enveloped us as we embarked this Spring on our own local flower viewing expeditions.
With winter well and truely settled in and our wood ash supply for glazes running very low, we decided to split from our cosy studio and head north to Indian Head campground in Crowdy Bay National Park.
This is a photo essay from the first part of our Nordland journey, the part where we knew little more than rain, rorbuer and wet hiking boots.
We were standing in the middle of a long metal bridge, suspended high above a sharp tree-covered valley with crystal clear waters gushing below. We could hear a roar start to descend from the mountain tops, gathering in gusts until it reached us. The bridge began to shake and it felt like the island was showing us that it still was the master of this domain - the metal structure beneath our feet feeling very temporary, as did we.