Of all the places I was to work with Cassandra, this was the furthest a field, at the end of a long drive that went more then half the length of the province. It was also the most anticipated, and least known space, being a waterfall I had good directions to, and yet had never visited.
Fortunately for all, the directions were incredibly accurate, and
without a single wrong turn, we found ourselves at the falls; way at the
top of the falls. At the top of a very steep, very slippery, very very
treacherous set of falls. Never one to be daunted by the dangerous (or
possibly egregiously stupid), we began the session by doing some
exploratory images of Cassandra at the top of the falls. We then
proceeded, with great care, to move the 20 or so meters down the near
sheer rock-face, to a small flat area in the falls, which held great
potential for images. This was, of course, with my 4"x5" view camera,
and a nude Cassandra.
As it turned out, while the hazardous
climb down was successful, the waterfall was almost impossible to
photograph; there was almost no safe place to set up the tripod, and
even less space to stand. In the end, while we did make some images
half-way down the falls, the strongest images of the day were made back
at the top, before we packed up and left for the day.
The final photographs were less "Nudes" and more portraits; Cassandra was still wet from the waterfall, and I made a short series of her with tangled, dishevelled hair; the thin lines of water blurring in the background contrasting nicely with the Cassandra's pale skin, while the dark mass on the right forms a great mirror to the shadowed face looking in the same direction. The general convention for a portrait is that the subject should have eye contact with the viewer, but in this case, the image is stronger for the lack thereof.
|35mm infrared film|