Take yourself back a few weeks ago, before Covid-19 had truly exploded…
That's when two of my best mates and I decided to embark on the trip of a lifetime. I had chosen Alaska as our destination after my Google search of “Can you surf in Alaska” proved successful. We quickly booked flights, a surf charter and packed some 6mm wetties.
I arrived at the beach, when it was still dark, but anticipating an early sunrise due to Daylight Savings. As I patiently waited, I set up my gear, and got my suit on, but after all that, it was still dark as fuck.
Growing up the son of a surf photographer, surfing was a given and photography came naturally, however combining the two has proved difficult as I love surfing too much not to participate every time it’s pumping.
I first discovered photography when I was around eleven years old. My cousins were really into it, and we did a lot of practise portrait “shoots” of each other in the backyard. I remember being so amazed that photography was an actual thing, that you could take photos and it could actually be considered as work.
I’ve always considered myself on the fringes of surf photography. The appreciation and love for the sea is deep within me, but my creative drive has pulled me far away from shooting shore breaks and layback snaps at the local.
Growing up with a huge interest in surf was a lil’ bit harder, when you lived in the suburbs. A suburban kook, weekend shredder…never a local.
Started shooting with film at the end of Highschool, and you can usually catch me taking shots of the landscape or just lifestyle in general. I live in Albury so most of my better shots are coming from travel.
My name is Jack Bober and I am a 16-year-old photographer from San Francisco, California. I am a full-time student, but on the days when the waves are perfect, I will stay at the beach from sunup to sundown.
After over 20 days of confinement, I've had time to look over and over and over again through my whole work and think about the paths I've taken in life.
I discovered photography through the analogue process of film my freshmen year of college.—I was drawn to a medium where the method of working and the element of chance in process felt kindred to the unpredictability of the natural world.
Swimming a solid day at Pipe is a calculated risk. While my heart pumps out of my chest, I assess the strength of the current. Before I start to swim out I look back to align myself with my trusty landmarks.
I sit here writing this on my trundle bed in the sleepy surf town of Ericeira in Portugal, listening to a bunch of Basque friends speak complete non-sense that I can’t understand.
We are all in this world of pure stillness. The distinct smell of rotting seaweed and the motion in the current sand beds.
My film journey started when I picked up a $2 point & shoot in a country op shop! I crossed my fingers and toes it would develop some flicks, and they came out perfectly - I was beyond stoked. Later that year I picked up a Super8 film camera off eBay for such a bargain!!
As far as I can remember, I always liked to take pictures and to observe everything around me. I’m pretty sure I had my first disposable camera for a school trip in primary school.