Water Journal
A quiet exploration of all things water, celebrating its undeniable beauty and complexity.
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Volume 4°

 

Volume 4°

From the legend of Whiskeytown to an unforgiving coastline of Camelle and warm, pastel-coloured streets of Cuba, we invite you to explore captivating stories from all around the globe. Volume 4° features an interview with a devoted watercolorist and spiritual thinker, Satsuki Shibuya, a three-year-long photographic study of the Andean Patagonia, an other-wordly experience capturing the scent of rain and many more stories by talented contributors who made it come to life.

Cover photography: Erich McVey
 

 
 
 
 

And near the sands, at ebb of tide, 
A shiver'd mast was seen to ride
Where the green billows stray'd...

 
        

 

 

 

       "Snow had engulfed the Northern California National Park over night and as we drove back down to the entry point, I had an increasing sense of anxiousness as my body came to terms with the fact my epic proposal plan that I came half way across the world to do was no longer happening. Fast forward four days and my right knee is pressing into a slightly un-stable rock which is placed just before the threshold to the shallow waters of Whiskeytown Lake. My heart pounding and hands trembling I held up a diamond ring, placed in a small wooden box upon a bed of pine needles from my parents Christmas tree from December. With words of my adoration, love and intentions, I invited Sophia into a lifetime covenant with me. Tears filled her eyes and with laugh filled nods and a teary yes, I placed the ring on her finger. Since that day, Whiskeytown Lake has held a very special place in my heart."     An excerpt from "Whiskeytown"     limited-edition cover story by Toby Mitchell      

 

 

"Snow had engulfed the Northern California National Park over night and as we drove back down to the entry point, I had an increasing sense of anxiousness as my body came to terms with the fact my epic proposal plan that I came half way across the world to do was no longer happening. Fast forward four days and my right knee is pressing into a slightly un-stable rock which is placed just before the threshold to the shallow waters of Whiskeytown Lake. My heart pounding and hands trembling I held up a diamond ring, placed in a small wooden box upon a bed of pine needles from my parents Christmas tree from December. With words of my adoration, love and intentions, I invited Sophia into a lifetime covenant with me. Tears filled her eyes and with laugh filled nods and a teary yes, I placed the ring on her finger. Since that day, Whiskeytown Lake has held a very special place in my heart."

 

An excerpt from "Whiskeytown"

 

limited-edition cover story by Toby Mitchell

 

 

        

 

 

 

        

 

 

 

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