Sunday, July 27, 2014

Photo of the Week 07/27/14

Going to try and get back to posting something every Sunday, or at least most. This is from a recent trip to Jackson, Wy. Grand Teton National Park is amazing. This mountain range is by far one of my favorites to photograph. There is certainly a magical power these mountains possess.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Nashville, Lettuce funk for free 07/24/14

I absolutely love this band. Lettuce is for sure some of the heaviest of heavies making music. Tonight they are playing my old stomping grounds of Nashville for free. How could you miss free!?! I loved working "Dancin in the District" back in the day. I was the staff photographer for the music series for 3 or 4 years I think. Good times!! SO happy to hear that it has arrived back on the riverfront. Every great city needs free music series.

These are some cutting room floor portraits I did of the boys earlier this summer. GO SEE LETTUCE!!! Tonight Nashville, tomorrow Asheville. Sweetness!!!!!

Sunday, July 20, 2014

It's gonna be a long summer

This sucks! Can't stand sitting still. Things were going so well. Started the spring off riding bikes in Moab, Fruita, Lyons, Missoula and Bozeman. Then a big trip to celebrate memorial day in Sun Valley, Idaho. Tasted some primo single track in Jackson, Wyoming and at Grand Targhee Resort. I had to sit out the annual celebration of Mike Rosales blessing the earth with his presence in Crested Butte (filled with late night wresting rivalries, shuttle runs of Doctor's Park, all those waist deep wildflowers and downhillin at CB with the boys. However I got to go to central Oregon instead, and rode around Mt. Bachelor, Bend and McKenzie River. Hung with some old buddies in Portland and got to spend some time in Hood River.

So I never saw it coming when I decided to sneak down to Trestle Bike Park in Winter Park, Colorado to get some time rippin with my crew. Blindsided with passion and an eagerness to fly I blew thru a table top, landing off the trail and ejecting myself into a pile of broken rubble. After being assisted by a cutie who was rippin behind me (she cleared my spin and even walked my bike with hers to get me down to the meeting spot for bike patrol), a super all pro basket ride from the Trestle Bike Park crew, an afternoon of painful x-rays, poking and prodding I was prescribed a summer of boredom and bike free livin.

So I plan to rehab, soak, rehab, soak until I can ride. That might not be until winter and it is my snowboard, however I'm not choosing to accept that without a fight for some fall single track. In the mean time I hope to be able to soon handle carrying a camera and doing some more nature stuff to keep me somewhat sane.

This is from a friendly game of Buffalo Peek-a-boo in Yellowstone National Park.