Brigid Lally has a way with water: her photos are dreamy, nostalgic, serene. In a world driven by imagery of big-wave charging and high flying airs, her photos offer a much-needed escape to a softer, mellower place – an avenue for reflection. Lally’s work encapsulates the serenity of time spent playing in nature, time spent on the nose, and all the fleeting spaces in between.
But, as photographer Jeff Divine once said, “Surf photography is starvation on the road to madness.” Brigid has done her time on the road and has come out the other side.
“I grew up in New York City and spent summers on Fire Island, a small island off of Long Island where there are no cars and only boardwalks,” she told me. “This is where I fell in love with the ocean. I moved to California for college and completed my undergraduate degree at a landlocked school called Pitzer. I moved home for a quick stint to get myself sorted. I spent that year working and riding the subway out to the beach to shoot early mornings. I didn’t surf much during that time. I had learned to surf when I was a teenager but didn’t get the bug for myself until moving to Ventura to attend Brooks. My preferred position in the lineup had been with fins and a camera: I was an observer. I’m so grateful to photography as my introduction to the surf community. Becoming a part of the lineup on a board took much more time but the process has been well worth it.”