A long term project of mine is taking portraits of guides all over the world.
Here are two from my recent trip to Honduras:
Lots of images to come from my recent trip to the Faraway Cayes located in Honduras on the northern part of the Mosquito Coast. In short, it's a frontier in the fly fishing world: Nobody is out there other than Miskito Indians and trap boats (lobster fisherman). There's a distant but real threat of pirates showing up at any time to seize water and fuel and food and whatever else they need... This fishery has seen virtually no pressure to date and is massive in size other than the fact that the key we stay on is tiny.
I’m on about day 8 or 9 in Guanaja, Honduras and about to embark on an expedition, 160 nautical miles, in a 40 foot snapper boat, out to the Faraway Cays, on the Miskito Coast.
We will be prepping (I’ll be photographing the journey) for the first guests of the season who will be arriving by helicopter about a week after we get there.
We will be motoring around the clock straight into the east trade wind. I’ve downloaded Paul Theroux’s novel The Mosquito Coast to reread.
We may encounter some Miskito People while out there as they should be wrapping up their shark fishing season. As it is, the plan is to stay clear of them.
The area is also know as a cartel trafficking route which is why two members of the Honduran Army will be part of the team.
The treasure as they say, has evolved from gold and silver—hundreds of years ago—to cocaine, fuel, and cash to now, at present, permit.
While there are allegedly schools of hundreds and hundreds of bonefish, the draw is permit. There are also 100 to 200 pound tarpon out there and part of the preparation will be to find them...
More to come in a few weeks...
A conspiracy of ravens got up as though they had been perched on a kill. It turns out these ravens, lots of ravens, were hunting mice in the snow and left these great imprints behind. Big Wood River, Idaho.
On a drive through the desert yesterday, I came across a goat herder along the highway. It was really foggy creating a surreal light cast. I asked if I could take some images of him and he was good with it. He spoke to the goats in Spanish. I asked if the goats understood Spanish and he, of course, said yes.
I imagined cars, with heaters turned on and music going, racing by him all day and all winter. He was hidden in plain sight which in some ways is why I like the shadow from his hat concealing his eyes in an image below...
As you can see, there's no snow... Absolutely crazy weather here. No snow at lowish elevations. Highs in the upper 30's to low 40's this first week of 2018. If there has ever been a winter to be out on the river, this is the one.
Here's a list of prints I currently have framed and ready to ship:
Limited Edition Digital Silver Prints
Limited Edition Damselfly Take Series
(Set of three is $3,000 or $1,200 Individually)
The moonset and sunrise this morning, at least in Picabo, Idaho, was almost simultaneous.
After Chukar hunting near the Snake River with a few friends recently, we went in to Anglers Bar in Hagerman for a beer. I brought my camera in... We met Lioux (pronounced Lou) who recently moved to Hagerman. I asked if I could take a photo of her. I've found it's far easier for me to ask a stranger for a photo than someone I know. I was drawn to the light from this window pouring into a much darker room.