huntr Blu - ALASKA

Stuck in the small town of the big apple you get so caught up in the business of the air. Everyone moves with intent, I got somewhere to go, somewhere to be, something to do, someone to be. So sure where we go is with all the purpose we will ever need. In fact, we live in vain and this purpose is not without its limits. its loops, its routines, its cycles. The smell of adventure... I sat on the roots of geological events defined by chaos in its purest form. Lay down in the late night and early morning by a nutrient-rich river, moving violently with a turquoise glow. My body exhausted and mind rested on the indefinite plains of an unbelievable realization that this was never with purpose in the first place. Purpose, I still walk like a fool in the city streets as if I really have somewhere to go, somewhere to be, part of the civilized anxiety. I felt purpose here on this land, in its air, I was a pioneer, my only purpose was to see more. To understand it more, grab it with all my senses and feel the texture of the world between my fingertips and my calming concentration. I felt purpose in it here that I may forget in due time, but it always lives in the memory, the moment, the photograph, the final image of the final frontier. Alaska, I was free of the burden of purpose with a newfound meaning of purpose in its freedom dance with purposelessness. A romantic feeling here, I'll be back for you my lover. hB

last days 11-12 anchorage - seward

THIS IS THE LAST IMAGE TAKEN OF ADVENTURE IN SEWARD ALASKA 08/20/18

WE WOKE UP AT 4 AM BEFORE THE BRINK OF DAWN AND BOARDED A FISHING BOAT approximately 5:04 AM

A LONG RIDE ALONG THE PENINSULA ALONE I RIDE ALONG THE WAVES OF THESE LONG DAYS A LONELY NIGHTS

I CAUGHT 4 BLACK SEA BASS AND KILLED 3 OF THEM WITH A CLUB , THE FISHERMAN WERE GRIZZLY AND REAL THE MAN ABOVE IS NAME paul

WE MADE SOGGY SANDWHICHES ON THE WAY BACK AND IVE NEVER ENJOYED SUCH A SIMPLE MEAL AS I DID THIS DAY

WE WERE BACK ON LAND BY 2 PM AND BACK IN THE HOTEL BY 6PM , WATCHING THE NIGHT LIGHTS OF ANCHORAGE BY 11:42 AM AND ASLEEP BY 12

A TRULY LONELY , LOVELY , SPECTACULAR , INSPIRING LAND

ALASKA I LOVE YOU SO!

kayaking near glacier, heavy movements on freezing water, everything was soaked... it was a fucking thrill

on the boat, 6 got sea sick, it was hard to maintain control over my stomach. just breathe. in out

gabby, day 11, disposable

exit glacier.

the crows were everywhere, perched, patient, waiting.

1 hour drive to seward, the car was cramped, the air was wonderful and the mountains awe

day 9-10 Talkeetna - Anchorage

arrival in the haunted "historic anchorage hotel." there's a bear in the window and the only thing haunted about this place was the remnants of a drug induced lower class.

what does this look like?

may be sensual. soft

day 7-9 Denali - Talkeetna

we say goodbye to the river that night, one last imprint on the water.

jake proved to be very photogenic as a pioneer

taken on 35MM there is no other way to remember this forest than the chemical process used to make these photographs

the next morning we began a hike to the X Y lakes.

My cabin invited the group over that night, we sat and enjoyed each others space, Talkeetna's radio 88.9 was playing heavy soulful blues , the lamp lights made the scene on 9 students of nature who came to learn and observe, they laughed and talked as the sounds of Aretha Franklins sorrow filled in the gaps, they all felt close. I sat there and listened to the moment we shared and thought of all the times before this trip had been followed through by SVA groups, how they may have visited this town and sat in the exact room with the same lights. No matter how many times this trip could be done , none could ever gather a group of people the same as any years before. This one would not repeat the ones before and the one later would not repeat the one today. This realization made me feel comfortable. After this Talkeetna was the first time the trip had gone on long enough for it to be looked back on in retrospect, the town had a slower pace than what we’d down before and gave to much social freedom. it wouldn’t be the same after this.

The river moved with such a force of glacial silt if i'd fall in I would sink and die in minutes. The natural occurrences of the open world, chaos. If I fell in nothing would change, the river keeps moving and the sky continues to dance. I am ok with this.

The locals were hardly indistinguishable from the tourist, it was a shame to come from the city looking for originality in Alaska, to find globalization and profit take control of even the smallest remote places.

Shooting with a disposable for the first time was so much fun, the photographs are light and easy, but with an underlying poetic nature.

Talkeetna is a strange convoluted small town.

day 4-7 fairbanks - denali

Chaos. I saw the purity of land forged by unbound nature. The reward of trekking to find the simplicity of something that has always been greater than you, than your blood, than itself. This cannot be translated...

As well as shooting film I had gone through 5 disposable cameras, taking light photographs. This is Gabby. She is pretty. The color of her hair and eyes are the same as her jacket and hat.