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Pleased to be swallowed by the sea

Posted on November 26, 2025 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged barnge, beach, black and white photography, british columbia, ethereal queen, isabelle, mermaid, ocean, portait, rocky shoreline, sea, sea witch, tattoos

Hold a lemon to practice vibrato on the cello

Posted on November 26, 2025 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged banana, beach, british columbia, cabin, coastline, color photgraphy, driftwood, forest, isabelle, jordan river, kelp, nursery tree, pacific north west, portait, rocks hanging from trees, sea life, woods

Some days are better than others.

Posted on May 29, 2018 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged animals, beacon hill park, boats, breakwater, canada, color film, film photography, flowers, girl, goats, ice cream, llama, megan, minolta x-7a, petting zoo, porta 400, portait, portraits, seagull, tattoos, victoria bc

What happens when you follow God into a forest? The forest dies.

Posted on September 2, 2017 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bc, black and white, bowling balls, dennis, film photography, ilford, lynn, olympus stylus epic, portait, sam, vancouver, yohji

he’s throwing dice along the wharf

Posted on July 7, 2015 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bc, clouds, color photography, desert forest, film, midget, okanagan, olympus stylus epic, penticton, portait, portra 400, the mule, warriors, wrestling

slings and arrows

Posted on December 3, 2014 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged 35mm, barnge, bath, bathtub, bc, bc ferries, black and white, black wool coat, film, ida, muse, nude, photography, portait, portraiture, reflection, shitty hotel room, swede, t-max, vancouver, west coast

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Pleased to be swallowed by the sea

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