This summer, I’ve been hanging out in the woods with a group of photographers from the South end of Calgary. Initially, when contemplating “actually doing this”, the goal was to live off as little as possible and make as much art as our fingers could bleed out, feeding almost solely on the company and driven Earth hunger of one another. With the exception of a few glances backward on the drive out – a promise to Calgary, my recent home – some sort of awkward parent – the nights and road ahead have beamed with a dry crackle and flame, silvery incandescence in the place of city lights.
Ha, actually I didn’t do any of that. That was a bit romantic though, hey?
“This summer, I found myself in the woods”.
“I was lost, but nature, our mother, birthed a bridge between body and self”.
(This is where I’d cue the Eddie Vedder and insert a passage from Into the Wild)
No, alas these images are not the child of an introspective walk in the woods.
However, for those of us who might be missing or craving some of those times, there was something a little bit transportive about going out on the lake, in this look, with a group of photographer friends from the South end of Calgary.
For the record, I think this kimono has been my favourite piece of poem to the body, this summer.
Photography by Matt Lowden.