Woody Campbell

ANTIGUA – We had ribs for lunch here.

Day 5580 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back 30 odd years to Francesca at the helm. Decades before my one photograph every day project.

ANTIGUA – The weight of the sky presses down on the shoreline as two swimmers retreat from the water, between the storm’s approach and the fleeting warmth of the sand

Day 5579 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back 21 years to touring in the Sertão: the struggle between man and machine unfolds on the uneven cobblestones. Exactly six years before the start of my one photograph every day project.

ANTIGUA – My daily walk: a makeshift structure stands against the jungle’s reclaim, its latticework at odds with the tangle behind it.

Day 5578 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back to this day 14 years ago: a quiet remembrance of 9/11 — handwritten messages and drawings near St. Luke’s Hospital, steadfast against time, echoing loss. Day 464 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

ANTIGUA – On the beach: something passed this way, leaving a cryptic trace, its maker unseen and its journey unknown.

Day 5577 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

On this day 16 years ago: Luiz lost in thought and Maria lost in laughter. A year before the start of ny one photograph every day project.

ANTIGUA – Rain fragments our view of the beach into irregular moving islands.

Day 5576 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back to a party 17 years ago. Two years before my one photograph every day project.

ANTIGUA – A security camera stands guard over the cliffside, an interplay between nature’s edge and human oversight.

Day 5575 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

On this day 20 years ago. Basil sizes up the competition. Five years before my one photograph every day project.

AIRBORNE TO ANTIGUA – Still shooting my Ricoh GR IIIx and typically short on ideas on a travel day. Here’s an enigmatic sticker, ant attempt to evoke the quiet mystery of overlooked objects.

Day 5574 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back to Troutbeck on this day eight years ago. A lone worker restores a stone hearth, a tableau of grit and craftsmanship frozen by my shutter.  Day 2652 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.