I met Rebecca in a bar in Missoula, Montana. It was fall, I was wearing a silly hat, and we talked about photography for hours. That was six years ago. She moved to Colorado by route of Costa Rica, and I moved to Maine by route of Berlin. Through all the moves and transitions, Becca has remained one of my dearest friends and most inspiring creative counterparts.
She is a photographer like me. In many ways, she is a photographer unlike me.
The experience of shooting with such a dear friend is an unmatchable experience. We see the same image at the same moment, pulling out our cameras at the simultaneously. Or, we photograph the same scene in vastly different ways. Becca sees things I don’t notice.
Photographing together, I feel like the creative process is accelerated, and I’m constantly in awe of the compositions and perspectives that Becca uses to capture the world. Some photographers just have a unique magic, and she is one of them.
Becca came to visit me in Maine last week. We took our cameras everywhere we went. Sometimes they sat in our bags: eating or laughing seemed more important. But mostly, we documented the experience of exploring Maine: a rainy day in the Midcoast, a festival in the city, a ferry ride to the beach.
To see Rebecca’s site, click here. You really must see it. Her work is amazing.
To read the post that she wrote about her experience in Maine, click here.
All images © Greta Rybus