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I tried to lose myself in the primitive, in Yosemite, like John Muir did

Posted on October 12, 2026 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged barnge, california, color photography, curry village, half dome, josh clover, photography, rocks and water, stuffed frog, waterfall, yosemite

I was sloppy, rushed

Posted on September 21, 2025 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged barnge, beach, bear, black bear, cave waterfall, china, china beach, driftwood, forest, isabelle, kelp, pacific northwest, shoreline, trees, vancouver island, waterfall

I’ll climb that tree all wet with sap

Posted on September 21, 2025 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged barnge, beach, bog witch, cave, color, colour, ferns, forest, isabelle, mushrooms, mystic beach, pacific north west, photography, suspension bridge, trail, trees, vancouver island, waterfall, west coast trail, woods

You tell me it calms your nerves

Posted on August 14, 2025 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged barnge, candle light, colour, cyrillic, dead salmon, film, fish, goldstream, isabelle, phoenix film, photography, russian typewriter, salmon run, smith-corona 120, still life, train trestle, waterfall

Modern mysticism takes you by the hand

Posted on May 29, 2018 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged barnge, beach, black and white, canada, caves, expired film stock, film photography, forest, girl with tattoos, high contrast, kodak c-41, megan, mystic beach, ocean, olympus stylus epic, petting zoo, shoreline, vancouver island, waterfall, west coast

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