May 10, 2023

Sam Ponsford

This article was first published in the July 2021 edition of Fuji X Passion photography

Landscape photograph in Lariño, Galicia.

Photography on the ‘Costa da Morte’

In a small village on the wild western edge of Galicia’s Costa da Morte, Coast of

Death, I glance upwards to check conditions overhead. This is a daily ritual. A

bank of broken cloud is drifting in from the west, punctuating the page of blue

overhead. On the horizon, past the black outline of Faro Fisterra, the Atlantic

horizon is clear. Perfect conditions. I grab a simple camera combination, one

body, a prime lens (XT3, 16mm 1.4), light enough to sling over my shoulder, and

head out along the short walk down the track behind the house towards the

shore. I pass the Chiringuito, the kiosk selling ice-creams, cold beers in frozen

glasses. Across the strip of coarse granite sand, past the fishing huts. A few men

stand around tending to their nets, painting the hull of a wooden rowing boat.

Abstract landscape photography in Galicia, Spain

Over a small rise, I can now see the sea state, a small, clean, long period ground

swell gracing the rocky shore under slack, windless skies. As I get closer, the

sound of the swell wrapping into the rocky inlets increases. The crashing

whitewater flings a fine mist into the still summer air; it hangs, catching the light

from the sun now slung low on the horizon to the west. I scramble down over the

rocks to the water’s edge, slipping into the rhythm of the sets of larger waves as

they arrive, followed by the calmness of the lulls between the sets; these are

waves from a storm system far away, the Labrador strait, perhaps, completing

their journey on Galician granite shores. I sling my camera from over my shoulder

and start to look for angles to penetrate the scene, a way to cut through the

immense vista in front of me, to find a way in, to make it personal. Creases in the

granite slice seaward and I set to work, dialling in my settings on the manual dials

and crouching down to frame the shot in the viewfinder, letting the lines in

ancient stone guide me, make sense of the immensity of the landscape in front of

me. I wait for a wave to pour in over the rocks towards the camera; as the water

spills and frays into whiteness, I take the shot.

Grasses on a Galician beach scene

A time of transition

I first arrived on this coast over ten years ago at a time of great upheaval in my

life. The man who had been my mentor since my early teens, who had swept me

up from the ruins of my failed attempts at school life and carefully nurtured me

through my teens and twenties, had that year been killed in a climbing accident in

Scotland. His death left me searching for change, a new challenge, and new

meaning. Rock climbing, our shared passion for the past decade and a half,

seemed to have died with him as my driving purpose and with it the meaning and

Winter waves arriving on the Galiciasn coast

structure for my life. So it was that, more through accident than design, looking

for a diversion, I arrived on the Galician coast. Around this time, photography,

which had always been more of a means of documenting my adventures rather

than a focus in itself, began to form a more pressing part of my life as I went

about exploring my new home. As a keen surfer, I spent much of my time within

reach of the sea, sleeping out at remote beaches, discovering hidden stretches of

coast, finding escape in the ocean’s horizons.

My photography at this point was a pretty standard take on landscape/seascape

photography. I was feeling out my style but producing pretty average work. I was

also yet to start shooting Fuji, instead shooting with good quality Nikon DSLRs

(D80, D750). Throughout this period, it had felt as if I was swimming towards the

surface of a deep ocean, grappling as I was with the grief from losing my mentor,

the process of finding a new home and feeling out a creative life for myself based

around the sea. And then, just as it felt like I was nearing the surface of my grief,

my best friend was swept off his feet during a Cornish winter storm and


In big wave surfing a ‘two-wave hold down’ is the worst case scenario, when, just

as you are reaching the surface after a wave has pressed you under, the wave

behind it lands on you, before you have chance to take a breath. It is one of the

the scariest and most dangerous things that can happen in surfing. After Harry’s

death I was far away from the surface of my grief for some time.

Lanscape photograph of The beach at O pindo

The experience of time

He was 27 at the time of his death and one of the effects that it had on me was to

alter my experience of the passing of time. Time felt sped up, intangible,

amorphous. I found myself considering the scale of a human life, my own, and

that of my loved ones around me on a geologic or even cosmic scale and finding it

absurd, perhaps even meaningless. When my first daughter was born around a

year later, this feeling was intensified still further. Against this backdrop, my

photography had taken on a more pressing nature. Given my sensation of being

adrift in time, photography was a way for me to slow its passing, to make it feel

more tangible and to render the memories I was making with my young family

Calm waters on the beach at Lariño

feel less fleeting.

Around this time, I had also started shooting with Fuji cameras, first as a travel

camera (XE2), later as my main landscape and weddings setup (XT2, XH1 then

XT3/4). Fuji fitted perfectly with this new focus to my photography; this need to

explore the sensation of time was perfectly in sync with the tactile, analogue

feeling of shooting the cameras, and the colour palette also leant naturally

towards the nostalgic, vintage feeling tones I was drawn to, given the ideas I was

trying to convey through my work. Through this process my seascape

photography, too, had gained a much clearer direction. I had started to think

about the vast Atlantic Ocean, on whose shoreline I was living, as a metaphor for

my grief-induced experience. Trying to comprehend the immensity of the world’s

oceans, or even to convey them in an image, would be a completely

overwhelming task. But focus in on the details, a ripple of sand, a pebble breaking

the line of an incoming swell, and things start to feel real, personal, meaningful, at

least to me.

Abstract landscape photograph using Intentional Camera Movement

The paradoxical beauty of the Ocean

And so it was that my photography began to focus ever more on the intimacy of

Ripples in the sand on the Galician coast.

the ocean environment, and created a way for me to make tangible the sensation

of the passing of time that had been rendered so fragile when that same ocean

had swept my friend to his death. For this is the great dichotomy of my

experience of the ocean, and the photographs I take of it; such beauty, and so

many amazing experiences, yet at the same time deadly. A place of reverence and

remembrance. My images on their own are never going to win any awards for

‘landscape photographer of the year’ or any such accolades, nor do they stand

out on platforms such as Instagram, particularly. As stand-alone images, I’m

aware they are not particularly attention grabbing. But what they do offer, is a

way for me to make sense of the chaos of the universe and to give form to the

rapid, fleeting experience of what it feels like to be alive. And maybe, if I’m lucky,

speak of this to others.

This feeling also extends to my wedding photography. I am keenly

aware that in the increasingly secular west, life events such as weddings and

christenings are falling out of fashion. Despite being an atheist myself, I believe

this to be a mistake. There is a reason why all cultures and religions have

developed similar traditions to mark one’s progress through life – the rituals of

what Philip Larkin called our ‘serious earth’ – and it would be a great deficit to lose

these as our cultures become more secular. Just as focusing on a strip of sand at the edge of a vast ocean can give meaning and perspective to our experience of that ocean, so taking moments throughout our lives to stop, take stock, to celebrate with our loved ones, can give form and perspective to the passing of time.

The privilege to document others’ lives

It is a huge privilege to be able to provide these memories for people through

photography. I think people can become a bit cynical about this genre of

photography, but it should be seen as a worthwhile extension of our personal

work, a way to explore the passing of time and to revere it: both in our own lives

and in those of others. As photographers we have the tremendous privilege to be

the eyes for others at their most important life events, and their memories once

they are over. This is a thrilling pleasure, as much as it is to capture the crash of

Atlantic whitewater or the light on the lulls between its sweeping, relentless


You can find the original Fuji X Passion Article here:

Finding Perspective on the Coast of Death

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