Paint the flying spirit of the bird rather than its feathers.
– Robert Henri
1 // there: we are up before sunrise and out on a boat in the harbour to photograph the beautiful big raptors. it’s jaw-achingly cold, and my hands and feet feel like they’ll never be warm again… but i’m having the time of my life. hokkaido, japan. february 2013
2 // here: the seagulls are very confused by me i think. i’m not a dog, but i’m often chasing them along the beach trying to make them fly.