The sky is bright blue for a change, our bellies are full from a continental buffet-style breakfast and the air feels crisp. We’re ready to hike, in every way possible. A volcano crater had loomed on the horizon the last of yesterday’s drive, and that’s where we were headed this morning.
The ground had been slippery when we’d walked out of our room that morning, and we’d been afraid it’d be difficult to drive, but the car had proven worthy and we were speeding along the road as if it was high summer and the roads were dry. The crater looked impressive on the horizon, with its perfectly flat surface. Surrounding it were trails of smoke rising to the sky coming from the local hot springs. All I could think of was the coming hike and the views from the top. Stories about volcanos had littered my life until then, but I’d never been close to one myself and all I could think of was walking along that ridge. Pitch black dirt underneath my feet, never ending views all around. Not for the slightest moment did I think about the anxiety attacks I’d been having lately, why would’ve I?
It was our last night, we had just devoured a delicious dinner of seafood accompanied by a nice glass of wine and were hanging back in our chairs to give our bellies some space when I looked outside and noticed the stars. What if?
For a moment I hesitated but then decided to look it up regardless, we only had a few hours before our flight would leave but hell, it wasn’t as if we’d be back soon. I grabbed my phone from deep down in my bag and connected to the restaurant’s wifi. It was a clear night, I didn’t need a website to tell me that, but what I didn’t know was if there was any chance of seeing the northern lights tonight. So I opened the tab which I had kept ready for weeks and there it was. 90 percent chance.
I can’t find my pen, it’s gotten dark now, but it’s ok, a pencil will write the same words. The colours of the world have changed so much in the last few hours. I didn’t even notice, I was lost in another world, flipping the pages of my book until it got hard for me to read the words. The sun had set without me noticing and with it slowly the light had disappeared. I looked up in utter astonishment, and when I did my breath was taken away. Water drops and layers of dew and steam fogged the windows. Obscuring what was outside, covering the world which was now in warm shades of red, orange and yellow where street lights were turned on and in shades of deep dark blue and purple everywhere else.
We have been hinting at it for a while and sometimes showed some sneak previews, but today is the happy day where we finally launch Hannelore Commers’ first solo publication ‘Hiraeth’ (try pronouncing that really quickly six times in a row). Because of this joyous fact, we sat down with our favourite Belgian girl and talked about photography, about growing up and about the meaning of that Welsh word she picked as the title of her latest body of work. This girl keeps amazing us, not only with her pictures but with her words as well.
“I never really understood the word ‘loneliness’. As far as I was concerned, I was in an orgy with the sky and the ocean, and with nature.” ― Björk
There is a vibrant energy behind the nature’s hidden refrain. Capturing the ’emotion’ of the landscape scenery marks out the extraordinary from the ordinary, the light from the shadow. This wanderlust has been captured by the extremely talented Jocelyn Catterson, who has left the city behind and has decided to be a part of the wilderness.
“Nice one babe, real nice.” He didn’t sound angry and there no longer was sadness in his voice either. G was a smart man, he had expected things to end this way; in a drunken haze and utterly humiliating. The boy opposite of me in the toilet didn’t look at me while he zipped up his trousers. He passed G by with is head bend down, mumbling an half arsed apology before wandering off into the night.
There was no point in telling G that despite what it looked like, no one had sex with anyone that night. There was no point at all, because this wasn’t the first time I had fucked him over, it was just the worst time, the worst possible way, if there was such a thing. I don’t believe in regret, but if I could take back the pain I caused G, I would do it, without blinking an eye. The split was inevitable though. It had all lead up to this, seven years of doubt, frustration and self loathing.
“When I was younger the most satisfaction came from starting a new life somewhere and really immersing myself in the place I was at that time. But that often took months to accomplish, sometimes even years in certain places. These days I know the upper left coast is my home so it’s shorter stints right now, and the most satisfaction probably comes from a good night’s sleep.”
Alana Paterson is one of the photographers that has been on our radar for a while. Alana’s photographs breath a certain wild youthfulness. As with some photographers we admire, her personality seems to shine through her work. Alana studied at Emily Carr University of Art and Design in Vancouver, as well as The Lesley University of Boston. She holds a BFA in photography. Her photography has appeared in numerous international publications and she works with clients from all over the world. We kept bumping into Alana’s work over at Poler Stuff and we couldn’t resist the opportunity to drop her some lines.
The best bit about Sunday Mornings at the River is the people we bump into on our zine printing quests. And sometimes when we are really lucky, we bump into a couple of them at once, as was the case with Leire Galarza and Mònica Bedmar. Leire and Mònica are not just friends, they are also both photographers and occasional adventurers. Both of them were born in Spain but have been globetrotting quite extensively before they bumped into each other in Barcelona. With a new zine in the making and an upcoming show in Barcelona, we decided to have a little chat with the girls about ‘Sea You Soon,’ double exposures and scrambled eggs on toast.
To celebrate Sam’s beautiful photographs in our very first zine, we had a cup of coffee with her and asked her some questions. Read More