It was about halfway through our trip when I started to have anxiety about my picture taking. Usually on any vacation I go on a considerable amount of my time is spent behind the camera. Whether walking through new neighborhoods, or driving off to new adventures my camera rarely leaves my hands. But, on the North Shore we went to the beach… and then to the beach, and then to the beach again. And again and again.
The first day I was pretty optimistic. I’ll take my camera, I’m not *really* a beach person so I’ll have plenty of time to shoot while the kids are in the water.
Wrong.
And as the days passed and my 60-ish rolls of film sat in my camera bag unused and unloved I started to feel anxious. Like I wasn’t properly documenting the trip… and I wasn’t going to get home and have all these pictures of every second I was gone. Because, you know, I was actually living and enjoying the trip. Leaving my 4 [yes, FOUR] cameras at the house and spending the day in the ocean, trying to stand up on a paddle board, balancing Zoe on her “boat” or laying on the sand to read.
The images below are from the 17 rolls of film I shot while we were gone, the majority on the Contax 645 I rented from Contax Rental, but there were a few rolls of 35mm taken on either the Canon AE-1 or the Canon Rebel G, a mix of Fuji400, Portra 400 and Portra 800. Plus the cell phone photos, some that ended up on Instagram and some that didn’t and made me smile as I was scrolling through my phone at 2am, still on Hawaii time, a few days after we got home.
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