In Pictures: Summer nights bathed in water and moonlight, where anything could happen

Standing on the edge of the dock, wearing nothing but a camera strap around my neck, bathed in water and moonlight, I watched through the mist as my friends clambered from the lake onto a raft as if they’d reached the promised land. I didn’t have the focus and I didn’t have the light, but I took the photos anyway. I knew they were important to who I am, where I came from, and who I’ll become. I handheld as many long exposures as I could, holding my breath for each shot, before setting my camera down and diving naked and free into the lake to catch up with the others.

In an episode of This American Life about high-school proms, Ira Glass describes that night as “fraught with possibility”. I never went to my prom but I can relate to that sentiment over and over – that feeling like anything could happen. As we get older and inevitably jaded, the world loses its mystery. We’ve experienced these experiences and we know what to expect.

At this point of my life, the ripe old age of thirty-one, I’m still searching for those fleeting moments of transcendence, spontaneity and freedom. Those nights you wish would never end. The moments when your friends become closer than family.

It’s the same feeling of naive hope that Bruce Springsteen sings about in his early records. It’s the raw energy that comes from screaming along to Nirvana on the drive up to the river or the lake or the beach. The places where the anxieties of the city and responsibility wash away and we’re free to be who we’re meant to be.

For a few years now, I’ve been straddling the two worlds of adolescence and adulthood. I came up in skateboarding with little regard for consequence and a hankering for adventure. But in my late-twenties, I started to build a successful career out of photography.

Now, I’ve got real responsibilities and strict deadlines and client relationships to manage. I have an accountant named Mary who prepares my quarterly taxes and a stockbroker named Chris who manages my retirement account. I spend equal amounts of time looking at real estate properties online as I do watching skate videos on the Thrasher website. Like De La Soul said, “Stakes is high.”

As time becomes finite and I get more comfortable with being a productive member of society, I still yearn for that recklessness. The feeling I get just before jumping sixty feet into the bottom of a waterfall has no rational value in my adult life, but I live for it. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to stare down mortality with the invincibility of youth, but I cherish all the remaining seconds that I can.

Autumn is the most unsettling season of the year. As the temperature drops and the leaves start to fall, I huddle over my desk flipping through photos, all the epic moments of the summer, and wonder if this was the last one. If in the intervening nine months my responsibilities will grow or my fearlessness will wane. Was this the August of my youth, or is there time for one more?

Whichever way it goes, I’ll still have these pictures. Not images I was paid to take, but photos I was compelled to make. Not as a photographer but as a friend and adventurer. These are a collection of the memories, like that night on the dock, that I will one day undoubtedly be nostalgic for. Until then, I’m going to keep searching, keep shooting, and keep jumping in.

Find out more about Bryan Derballa’s work.

This article originally appeared in Huck 41: The Documentary Photography Special.

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