One person who would understand is Doug. Doug lives an isolated life in San Jose Bay, BC, Canada.
The Dutch photographer Karianne Bueno has begun an intensive story about Doug and his choice to live off the grid. Knowing Karianne, Doug's Cabin it will surely be a book someday, and probably a quite nice one. To help finance the trips she is offering special edition prints for a great price.
Here are just 2 of the images, go here to see the others.
photos, Karianne Bueno
Dear Doug,
It's
been quite a while now since we met,
I hope you remember.
When
we arrived at your place in the forest
we had just started our
longest trip ever.
The land we travelled through was spectacular,
but your home at San Jo never left my thoughts.
A drowsy bear
crossed the long gravel road.
The dripping woods, the soft green
mossy grass,
the tree branches blocking the way.
The
campground seemed deserted. We parked
the car in an overgrown site
with rotten plastic
chairs. I walked around, puzzled. There were
the weather worn remains of a large, unfinished
building. A broken
car, a shed, and a cabin with
smoke coming out of the chimney.
Dark trees crept
in on the open space - wall-like, suffocating.
From
the steps that led up to the door of your
cabin I saw the interior
reflecting the haunted outside:
an unmade bed in the corner, a
wood stove, faded
postcards on the beams that supported a sooty
ceiling.
The small desk at the dirty window was covered with
papers and pictures of cougars and bears.
Then
you stood behind me, your hands black with
dirt, smiling. You
seemed happy to have guests so
late in the season. You showed us
the dark lake that
adjoined the campground, and a short cut along
a
muddy path to the beach, where we found sand
dollars in the
surf. How have you been? Did you
get a chance to work on the
hostel again? Or have
you really given up that dream? Did you get
through
the winters all right?
When
we left in the morning you made me promise to
send you a postcard.
I bought one as soon as we
got home. It was only then that I found
out I had
lost your address. The card got lost in a drawer,
but I
never forgot about you or San Jo. Now it's
time to track you down.
But no matter what I try,
your campground seems to have
disappeared from
the map. I'm sending this letter, along with the
card
and some pictures to the Holberg post office. I sure
hope to
find you this way. Because the forest calls.
I long to breathe the
damp air and learn to live in the wild.
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Karianne
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Doug
answered two weeks later by email. The few sentences
he wrote were
enough for me to decide to travel to San
Josef Bay again and start a
new photo project, entitled
Doug's
Cabin for
now. What makes someone turn away
from society like that? How does
anyone survive in the
wilderness? I have always longed to escape, but
would
I actually be able to do it?
You
can buy the photographs below this email until the day
I leave: May
28, 2013.
They were taken between 2008 and
2010 in the US and Canada, some on
Doug's campground.
I selected the photographs as a sequence that
recalls the
atmosphere of Doug's surroundings. The purchase of one
or
more prints will sponsor the project.
Amsterdam in September this year. After a possible follow-up
The Hague, The Netherlands.
The
inkjetprints, on Hahnemühle
fine art paper,
are 20x25 cm,
with a small white border. They cost €60 each, this
is exluding
6% tax and shipping costs. If you are interested,
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