Blogging is awesome

Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself
Olá, mundo!

Bem-vindo ao WordPress. Esse é o seu primeiro post. Edite-o ou exclua-o, e então comece a…

FeaturedPost Image Content

Nec blandit eleifend congue orci phasellus tincidunt porttitor a ut aliquam, nisl maecenas metus enim purus…

Post Format Audio

Malesuada ullamcorper morbi vitae rutrum iaculis in congue urna est nostra, fermentum luctus nostra magna ut…

Post Format Gallery

Nec blandit eleifend congue orci phasellus tincidunt porttitor a ut aliquam, nisl maecenas metus enim…

Another Standard Post

Nec blandit eleifend congue orci phasellus tincidunt porttitor a ut aliquam, nisl maecenas metus enim purus…

post-image
Post Lovely Content

Ut varius aliquet senectus lobortis sollicitudin lectus, donec bibendum condimentum aptent quis, lacus luctus lobortis platea…

Subscribe to my Newsletter
I send out email newsletters once or twice a week
Follow @ Instagram
  • we wake again in the half light. rote motions and muscle memory. old flags and thin ropes fumbled and furled, worn anecdotes to the omnipresent creep of cold and the shadows of predawn doubts.
  • awake again. or maybe still. light on the horizon now. too cold fingers hammering a hard to feel shutter button, a camera body flopping against my right hip bone, firing mostly shots of the ground, but occasionally catching graham, swirling out ahead, picking the line through fog blurred morning eyes and the soft treacherous folds of early spring on the glacier. there is comfort in the intense focus of uncertainty, of stories still untold, folded layers of time pressed tight, air to ice to skin to soul.
  • "There's gold up in them hills." Or at least that's what they told me down at the Fairview inn. A few days later, after a quick plane ride, a bit of walking and much digging, it became apparent that it's mostly rock and ice particulates in various stages of freezing and falling, a perpetually shifting treadmill of cold beauty and previously incomprehensible proportion (to me at least), through which we clamberclawcrawled and climbed, occasionally unearthing treasures of a different sort.
  • Behold, Camp Quesadilla. #notquitesummertime and #thelivingisgreasy
  • Easy come easy go, medium come medium go, hard come hard go; your choice, mostly, and most of your choosing matters
  • Now, I see
  • "The plane lurches as she plows drunkenly through the thin scrim of grey that masks the frozen earth below. My chest tightens involuntarily, my feet cold now on the thin carpet of the aisle. I have long dreamed of this place. The North, the last frontier, the land of beyond. In my dreams it was not so big. Nor cold. In my dreams I could wake up and be warm. In my dreams, I was, most certainly a fool." - 3.31.17 AK Excerpt // Weather permitting we'll head into the Ruth Gorge today to spend the next two weeks camping out on the glacier and perhaps trundling up a mountain or two. Couldn't ask for better friends to head out there with, fellows whose skills in the hills are matched only by their patience and humor and genuine passion for shared adventures. @grahamzimmerman @brodyleven
  • "Hello earthlings" // The Time Travers
  • "Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it;
Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it." ✨ The Time Travelers ✨ [link in profile]
  • Excited to release our latest film The Time Travelers into the world this week!

It's been an honor to get to stand on the sidelines and in the scuppers, documenting as this story unfolded over the past year 
Big ups and hearty high fives to the fellas in the boat (@usmensraftteam) for letting us share in this inspired adventure and for the reminder to put our heads down and pull hard for something we believe in 
A massive thanks also to the hard working and talented folks who made this whack-a-doodle-vision of a film come to life @gnarlybay @semi_rad @stdesigns and many more - you guys rock - and to @chacofootwear @nrsweb @yeti @americanrivers [link to the film in profile - cheers @vimeo for the staff pick!]
  • Leaning Towers // After a week of tentative peeks at the unclimbed Northeastern buttress of Block Tower we decided to go and have a proper look. With a leisurely start and full value finish - complete with unexpected roof passages, trundle daggers, and half cheek bivy ledges - we topped out the following day, dehydrated, hungry and happy. We named the route "pink rabbits" after the National album we were looping the morning of the climb, and figured it around ( 5.11 A2 - 1,400'). I have spent a lot of time in the mountains, but it was a rare gift to get to quest into unknown territory with one of my dearest friends, mustachio marauder and mentor extraordinaire @grahamzimmerman. It was also fun to leave the big camera behind for once (these are all off the Leica M6/iPhone) and focusing on climbing; immersing in the creative flow of upward progression through some of the most beautiful and untouched wilderness I have ever experienced. [please excuse low rez-ridiculousness - clearly haven't figured out this album thing yet 👴🏻👾]
  • Leaning Towers XVII // Breakfast in bed. If Graham had known what the next 36 hours would hold he probably would have put more cheese in our bacon and eggs on this particular morning. As it was, he did not know what was to come, and we did not actually have bacon or eggs, so it didn't really matter. A few hours after this photo was taken we found ourselves at the base of the unclimbed NE buttress of Wall Tower. At which point all memories of breakfast quickly faded, I put away my camera, and did not take another photo until we reached the top, some 30 hrs later. One of my favorite "day" turned "days" in the mountains to date.