Backwards night

The snowboarders skied.
The skiers snowboarded.











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Pungo +

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South Fork Boise

Todd W. let me crash his fishing party with Mark Riley and Dad. Thanks for a beautiful day in the bottom of a fantastic basalt gorge.








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swan falls

Some kinks yet to work out on the old canopy shot - the good news is that the new remote control actually works!

Swan falls was beautiful tonight. You, dear reader - whoever you are - you NEED to learn how to fly!

Life is Grand!




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Christmas Eve at the Crow

Smooth strong lift at the Crow today. Kept my eyes on the winter cumis that were popping and ripping across the valley at about 5,000, landed just as it got punchy and strong. Life is Grand! More after the jump...

Norton and Amos Burg

As a "liason between the people and the place" commercial raft guide Jim Norton searches to find a " balance between potential benefits of exposing commercial raft clients to wilderness, but increasingly needing to pamper to their experience."

"I was consumed with thoughts about the arc of Amos’ life, the current trajectory of my own and the powerful reciprocity of the relationship between people and their environment. Separated by generations of years and worlds of cultural change, I felt bound to Amos as witness to this timeless importance of wild places — not just for repositories of biodiversity, but as nurseries for the human spirit." -Jim Norton

Read Jim Norton's full article on the unsung explorer and river runner Amos Burg published in the November issue of the Mountain Gazeete. More after the jump...

Regret

The one thing I always regret is missing a day in the field with my father. I chose to Shadow Nic today at IUI while dad and the crew did a Christmas weekend pheasant shoot on a local WMA. The kicker was that today was a beautiful blue, sunny December day, my sister is in town, and she went hunting too. Photos would have been great. More importantly, I get too few days to shoot pheasants with dad and sis. I could have shadowed Nic any day. Don't make that mistake again.

I've never seen dad glow as much as he did Friday evening as he told the story of how his daughter shot two pheasant while one of his employees got skunked! More after the jump...

Fuy

A clearing night sky and as the buttery Moon casts his between-the-clouds intermitant glow through the basement window this thought keeps me awake:
"The temperature will drop below freezing tonight and snow may blanket this high desert at first light, but Coyote will yelp through the night, and in the morning Cedar Waxwing will pluck soft crab-apples from the front lawns of abandoned homesteads."
I rob myself of the life I deserve by sleeping, not under a wintery night sky, but instead, under a roof of gypsum board, 2x4 trusses, and asphalt shingles.

I'm sort of wishing that I was headed some place like this over the winter instead of back to school. Rio Fuy, Lake District, Chile More after the jump...

a ga ve

Mom's favorite color. More after the jump...

Lucky Peak, Idaho

If a day goes by without my doing something related to photography, it's as though I've neglected something essential to my existence, as though I had forgotten to wake up. -Avedon

Almost as over quoted as that two roads in the woods line. I should know better, but I opened my camera bag today, held that (un)faithful contraption and thought of the man who made those stark portraits while in the west. Life is Grand, especially with a camera in my hand. More after the jump...