The day I moved to the Johnsons’ house a 7.0 earthquake beat my morning alarm to the punch by 30 seconds. In my grogginess, trying to comprehend out what was going on, I still tried to switch the damn thing off while everything was being thrown off the wall for a full minute as we were helplessly subject to the Earth’s truffle shuffle. No-one seemed to sleep particularly well that night as we were subject to semi-regular aftershocks, providing a perfectly timed adrenaline hit to the moments I was just about to drift off. Hang on. Was that crack in the wall always there or is it new?
Mike had got in touch with me to suggested senior portraits of son, Clay, as the trade in exchange for my final few days of hosting in Alaska. So we headed out for the day to the Anchorage coast with the mountain bike in tow to do just that while spotting where the earthquake had left its mark.
British photographer moving between hosts and countries through a back-to-back series of creative trades. Exchanging my photography for all of my needs in a mission to reach every continent without needing money.