This documentary series was shot on location in SW Sri Lanka, in the old town of Galle. That day, busloads of schoolkids descended en masse from various parts of the country’s interior to go a little wild paddling in the surf.
In these images I wanted above all to capture the joy of being a child on a school outing. When you grow up in the hinterlands, the warm, turquoise ocean is a tantalising prospect. That you are still wearing your twee school uniform while up to your knees in water is but a minor inconvenience when the day gets going and the ocean beckons.
Pinch me, I’m beautiful
Late lunch by the banks of a slow-moving river
Who says that there’s no glamour in selling street food?
I am going to hector you until you break, you flunky!
Zen and the art of selling nothing
Who’s a pretty boy?
Sometimes i lie here and think, and sometimes I just lie here.
Blind man’s blues.
At dusk the main street of Pai, North Thailand, comes to life in a menagerie of buskers and vendors, tourists and hawkers. Sizzling aromas share the air with the sound of laughter and banter in two dozen languages. The colours are so vivid, what else can the photographer do but shoot black&white?
You should have been an angel, it would of suited you…
My gold-leafed, triptych angel, she knows just what to do…
Will the sun shine all sweetness and light?
Burn us to a cinder, our third stone satellite?
She’s all that ever mattered, and all that ever will
My cup, it runneth over, I’ll never get my fill…
The boats in the harbour slip from their chains…
Head for new horizons, let’s do the same
I’m on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high…
Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky…
I’m on a tightrope, baby, one thing I’ve found, I don’t know how to stop, and it’s a long, long, way down
The red bricks of Bhaktapur took a pounding the day the earthquake struck.
Langtang shook like a baby’s rattle the day the earthquake struck.
Not all of the buildings you see still stand. Yet one thing does: the memory of Nepal as it was, as it will be again.
All images supplied by Ⓒtrespasserine2014
Lyrics supplied by the Stone Roses, Tightrope, Second Coming, 1994