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Sunday, November 25, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Six and a Half Hour Naps
Yesterday Jenna, Stephen, Joe, Jordan, Conrad, and Charly and I woke up at five, drove to Targhee, and did some of this:
Followed by this:
It's a "throw your day off" kind of feeling when you've already hiked, shredded, and made it home by ten thirty am. After many restless nights sleep in the past week, what with all my professors creating day before Thanksgiving deadlines and Charly being on a business trip to Vegas, waking up at 5am didn't help anything. Joe had to be back at the shop by eleven to open though, and so it was.
After we took a run off of the "bad" on Targhee we:
napped for two and a half hours, got a tutorial on wet plat collodion by Blake, napped some more instead of climbing(thank you Jenna and Stephen for the records), ate Thai food(spicy chicken curry fried rice please), and then I napped for another four hours while Charly watched Alias. I napped until it was time to snuggle under the quilt I sewed myself and then I woke up and ate leftover curry fried rice the next morning...as I speak right now.
That photo of Maycee? That's how she gets after she chases us on our snowboards down the mountain. Curled up and dozy on Charly's lap while driving home. We didn't take her up to the top. Instead Charly went and got her out of the car while I waited a little ways up the mountain for Jenna and Stephen. Maycee came charging up the mountain and then charging down when I took off.
Followed by this:
It's a "throw your day off" kind of feeling when you've already hiked, shredded, and made it home by ten thirty am. After many restless nights sleep in the past week, what with all my professors creating day before Thanksgiving deadlines and Charly being on a business trip to Vegas, waking up at 5am didn't help anything. Joe had to be back at the shop by eleven to open though, and so it was.
After we took a run off of the "bad" on Targhee we:
napped for two and a half hours, got a tutorial on wet plat collodion by Blake, napped some more instead of climbing(thank you Jenna and Stephen for the records), ate Thai food(spicy chicken curry fried rice please), and then I napped for another four hours while Charly watched Alias. I napped until it was time to snuggle under the quilt I sewed myself and then I woke up and ate leftover curry fried rice the next morning...as I speak right now.
That photo of Maycee? That's how she gets after she chases us on our snowboards down the mountain. Curled up and dozy on Charly's lap while driving home. We didn't take her up to the top. Instead Charly went and got her out of the car while I waited a little ways up the mountain for Jenna and Stephen. Maycee came charging up the mountain and then charging down when I took off.
Rail Jam 2012
This year's rail jam officially took place seven days ago. I've decided not to post two hundred photos that I took. Instead, here are a few favorites. If you are just dying to see more, take a looky look here and find the album of photos I took. There's a plethora of riding photos there so these few are more of faces than anything else.
We sipped Cocoa Bean hot chocolate down our throat and bundled up for the event. See the gloves I'm wearing in the first photo with the cut off fingers? No, that's not some new fad, and no, I'm not just weird. I cut those fingers off for the sole purpose of picture taking.
We sipped Cocoa Bean hot chocolate down our throat and bundled up for the event. See the gloves I'm wearing in the first photo with the cut off fingers? No, that's not some new fad, and no, I'm not just weird. I cut those fingers off for the sole purpose of picture taking.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Blake Pack Photography
This post doesn't exactly correlate with the great outdoors. However, it is in the great outdoors and photos where my face is flushed, my bangs are dripping from sweat from my full face helmet, and there is blood painted across my knee from landing a jump wrong while downhill mountain biking like this one, don't exactly do me justice. I may not do it very often, but I clean up nicely.
It's been three years since Charly and I entered into the eternal bonds of marriage. To celebrate we had our friend/worker of the shop do a quick photo session on his old large format camera- Blake Pack. When I say quick, I mean an hour, and that includes driving time. Charly isn't one for the cameras. I have a feeling it's going to be a life long battle, along with the fact that we just can't seem to settle on what temperature the thermostat should be set at.He wants it at seventy, I want it at eighty. I knew these differences of opinions would come though, and I'm just grateful they're about such trivial things.
Here's a look at the images taken. We formatted them in a way that was a bit unusual. Instead of taking a hundred plus digital photos, we took six or seven on 4x5 black and white film. Three of us, and then two to the right. That way we can interchange the one of us and still have a panoramic shot. Oh, and the puppy? Yes, that's right. Just like that group of hikers that forgot their headlamps, we became that couple that puts pictures of their dog in their family photos. I think we kept it just a little bit classier though.
Having a difficult time keeping a "serious" face, Blake snapped a candid one of me resting my head on Charly's shoulder as I was trying to regain my composure. For some reason, and as how Charly would put it, I was all giggly that day.
Maycee enjoyed the bribes of grated cheese we gave her to convince he that life was worth sitting still for sometimes.
Blake also worked on a bit of a side project where the photos don't quite line up. It has an intriguing look and are the ones I love most. I also love the look of 4x5 film when it is scanned. The dark notches and lines on the edges of each photo form that look and feel you can't get with digital without forcing it. We also made good use of the tilt shift on Blake's camera. Having your photo taken by someone that you can sit back and converse with about all the potential and possibilities that you can take advantage of in the photo session is the most rewarding part.
I had originally thought about having Joslyn Mcnair, who took our engagements which and were stunning, do the a session with us. We talked a little about things, but a change was in store and as difficult a decision it was, film was what I wanted. Seriously though, she made my poorly hand chopped bangs work in our engagements.
It's been three years since Charly and I entered into the eternal bonds of marriage. To celebrate we had our friend/worker of the shop do a quick photo session on his old large format camera- Blake Pack. When I say quick, I mean an hour, and that includes driving time. Charly isn't one for the cameras. I have a feeling it's going to be a life long battle, along with the fact that we just can't seem to settle on what temperature the thermostat should be set at.He wants it at seventy, I want it at eighty. I knew these differences of opinions would come though, and I'm just grateful they're about such trivial things.
Here's a look at the images taken. We formatted them in a way that was a bit unusual. Instead of taking a hundred plus digital photos, we took six or seven on 4x5 black and white film. Three of us, and then two to the right. That way we can interchange the one of us and still have a panoramic shot. Oh, and the puppy? Yes, that's right. Just like that group of hikers that forgot their headlamps, we became that couple that puts pictures of their dog in their family photos. I think we kept it just a little bit classier though.
Having a difficult time keeping a "serious" face, Blake snapped a candid one of me resting my head on Charly's shoulder as I was trying to regain my composure. For some reason, and as how Charly would put it, I was all giggly that day.
Maycee enjoyed the bribes of grated cheese we gave her to convince he that life was worth sitting still for sometimes.
Blake also worked on a bit of a side project where the photos don't quite line up. It has an intriguing look and are the ones I love most. I also love the look of 4x5 film when it is scanned. The dark notches and lines on the edges of each photo form that look and feel you can't get with digital without forcing it. We also made good use of the tilt shift on Blake's camera. Having your photo taken by someone that you can sit back and converse with about all the potential and possibilities that you can take advantage of in the photo session is the most rewarding part.
I had originally thought about having Joslyn Mcnair, who took our engagements which and were stunning, do the a session with us. We talked a little about things, but a change was in store and as difficult a decision it was, film was what I wanted. Seriously though, she made my poorly hand chopped bangs work in our engagements.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Further-Jeremy Jones
This post is all about the upcoming boarding season and Jeremy Jones' new movie Further. It ranks in the top three for snowboarding movies, among That's it That's All and Art of Flight. Only unlike those movies, it's all about the ascent as well as the ride down. I'd say about 80% of the boarding they do is reached on foot or by snowmobile, and they are never dropped at the top of the mountain in a Red Bull sponsored heli. True boarding at it's finest, and the most captivating part is that it is all something we can do. No need to put up the money for a heli or guide, we can all take our avi gear out into the backcountry and shred the nar.
"We go out here to make these snowboarding films and if we do a really good job we will give the viewer 10% of the feeling of what its really like to be out here" - Jeremy Jones in That's it That's All
The trailer for it
A short bonus clip: Polar Bear Prank
Warning: there are choice words in this clip. They are bleeped out, but they are there.
"We go out here to make these snowboarding films and if we do a really good job we will give the viewer 10% of the feeling of what its really like to be out here" - Jeremy Jones in That's it That's All
The trailer for it
A short bonus clip: Polar Bear Prank
Warning: there are choice words in this clip. They are bleeped out, but they are there.
Camera Crew Heroes - Jeremy Jones Further Unplugged Episode 13 a Snowboarding video by tetongravityresearch
Behind the scenes: CinematographySunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Play Day: First Shred Day of the Year
It's that time folks, the time where white specks of love flutter to the ground. They may have only stuck for a few days, but those few days brought the first shred day of the year up at the Jackson pass a couple of weeks ago. Jake and I took three runs and Joe and Charly took four. It was my first time out in the backcountry and I just wasn't sure if I could hack it. So unsure, in fact, that I had passed up a few times to hike last year. All that training on bleachers kicked in though and I'm a little proud to say I wasn't too far behind everyone.
Even though the snow was tracked and there were rocks hidden under it, only Joe took a hit to his board. With it being his old board though, I'd say it was a stokable first day for everyone and well worth the early morning drive. I mean, I was rusty, but no amount of rustiness can take away from the first time you forget to zip up your jacket all the way after the hot hike and take a bucket of snow to your chest. Down my first layer went and Charly says he could see the cold shock on my face when I lifted my head up from the snow from the bottom of the mountain. It was that cold feeling that tells you where you belong in life.
Maple bars to start the day off.
First run.
Second run.
Third run.
Even though the snow was tracked and there were rocks hidden under it, only Joe took a hit to his board. With it being his old board though, I'd say it was a stokable first day for everyone and well worth the early morning drive. I mean, I was rusty, but no amount of rustiness can take away from the first time you forget to zip up your jacket all the way after the hot hike and take a bucket of snow to your chest. Down my first layer went and Charly says he could see the cold shock on my face when I lifted my head up from the snow from the bottom of the mountain. It was that cold feeling that tells you where you belong in life.
Maple bars to start the day off.
First run.
Second run. Third run.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Hiking Jackson
It was a slow beginning to a chilly day and the two hour drive out to the Enclosure climbing gym in Jackson, WY, made for good talking time with Jenna about things I won’t quite mention yet, while Daniel and Charly talked about…guy stuff? Let me explain this gym for you, because I just know you are dying to understand why we would pay good money and time to go to a gym when we own one ourselves. You see, ours is a quint bouldering gym. Theirs is a humongous sport gym with a gaping arch that you can lead from one side to the other. With new routes needing to be set at ours, and me being too lazy to set them, we took the easy way out, and man was it a delightful way. I even got to onsite an 11d/12a. One that was scattered with little cute finger tip crimpers. My favorite.
After that we put up the twenty five dollars for just three and a half hours in the Grand Teton National Park. The ashen clouds hung at the mountain tops and I jumped at all the picture taking opportunities that they presented as we made the short hike out to Taggart Lake (the lake in the pictures below.) There was the juvenile talk of bears getting their last meal before hibernation, but what we didn’t expect was to be that group of hikers that left all but one of their headlamps in the car and hiked back in the dark after eating some poor boy sandwiches (one of which Maycee managed to steal from my hands and swallow whole.)
Alas, we made it to Taggart Lake, then Bradley, ate, and began to make our way back when, suddenly, we were fifteen feet away from a bull moose. Alls good though, you know, Maycee bays at it and it trots away. So we’re good, right? Right. So we keep walking and a few minutes later we’re twenty feet away from a mama moose and a teenager moose. Now, my Florida heritage may present a weak knowledge of the mountains, but I’m smart enough to know that the mama animals are the scariest. Just imagine a human mother when her baby is endanger, only this time she weighs 1,800 pounds and has four thick hoofs perfect for trampling with. A tad bit unnerving. Immediately we begin to call out for our beagle with little man’s syndrome, but to no avail. All of a sudden we watch as the mama moose charges Maycee and manages to trample her left leg.
Just kidding. Just thought I had too much of a lead up to nothing.
In short, we went off the beaten path for a little while after getting a hold of the dog. Jenna and I were behind and so I politely asked Daniel if I could step in front of him. Upon him saying yes Jenna cut in front of me and before I more then three steps. So I wasn’t the only one with the terrifying thought of being trampled by a moose.
After that we put up the twenty five dollars for just three and a half hours in the Grand Teton National Park. The ashen clouds hung at the mountain tops and I jumped at all the picture taking opportunities that they presented as we made the short hike out to Taggart Lake (the lake in the pictures below.) There was the juvenile talk of bears getting their last meal before hibernation, but what we didn’t expect was to be that group of hikers that left all but one of their headlamps in the car and hiked back in the dark after eating some poor boy sandwiches (one of which Maycee managed to steal from my hands and swallow whole.)
Alas, we made it to Taggart Lake, then Bradley, ate, and began to make our way back when, suddenly, we were fifteen feet away from a bull moose. Alls good though, you know, Maycee bays at it and it trots away. So we’re good, right? Right. So we keep walking and a few minutes later we’re twenty feet away from a mama moose and a teenager moose. Now, my Florida heritage may present a weak knowledge of the mountains, but I’m smart enough to know that the mama animals are the scariest. Just imagine a human mother when her baby is endanger, only this time she weighs 1,800 pounds and has four thick hoofs perfect for trampling with. A tad bit unnerving. Immediately we begin to call out for our beagle with little man’s syndrome, but to no avail. All of a sudden we watch as the mama moose charges Maycee and manages to trample her left leg.
Just kidding. Just thought I had too much of a lead up to nothing.
In short, we went off the beaten path for a little while after getting a hold of the dog. Jenna and I were behind and so I politely asked Daniel if I could step in front of him. Upon him saying yes Jenna cut in front of me and before I more then three steps. So I wasn’t the only one with the terrifying thought of being trampled by a moose.
