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"Live it, shred it, be happy."

I can't process my feelings or the repercussions right now--another friend we won't see again. My thoughts are with Tanner and Tahoe and Squaw and the whole world of skiing.

Thanks to CR Johnson. For France and for that day in the pipe and for all the smiles and for our lives you will always be in my thoughts.

Please leave your thoughts at Freeskier. And if your didn't know, or can't taste the tears that the mountains are leaving in the snow, read what Micah had to say here at ESPN (http://espn.go.com/action/freeskiing/blog/_/post/4943902).

More stories and more pictures will follow when I'm done enjoying the mountains.

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Well, I wrote this post about how people (read: you) should go check out this slide show I'm involved in, along with a bunch of talented sports photographers, or rather photographers who make pictures of sports. But then I checked the link and it looks like the slide show night is completely booked or sold out or too cool. The slide show will be supporting a gallery show at the Annenberg Space for Photography featuring the work of two legendary photographers, Walter Iooss and Neil Leifer, who have captured some of the most important moments in mainstream sport over the past million years or so (sorry, no time to double check that fact). Anyhoooo, Iooss is one of those guys who crosses with ease from making amazing portraits to capturing real action images with an eye for the extraordinary convergence of great talent and great light and great location that is so hard to come by. He's someone I've always looked up to and been inspired by and it's an honor just to be able to mention his name here.

Anyway, Micah Abrams has checked out the show and told me it is amazing, so either get to the Annenberg Space for Photography (2000 Avenue of the Stars, #10, LA) early on the 11th of February and tell someone at the door how important you are. Or just go check out the print show sometime before March 7th.

Here is the LINK for info.

And here are a couple of frames from my slide show.

Mark Abma at Chatter Creek Lodge, Canadaaaa.

Simon Dumont in Trysil, Norway and at Riley Poor's apartment in Long Beach, CA.

Laurent-Nicolas Paquin in Houghton, Michigan.

I think this guy's name is Shaun White. He's pretty good at X Games.

Simon Dumont at Mammoth Mountain, California.

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Every couple of years my family goes on a group vacation. A few years ago we rented a house in San Diego county and it was an amazing time. A great spot and time to eat, chill, read, "bond", as it were, and just be with the people important to each of us. This year, a return to the beach was decided on and we ended up in Encinitas. Funny place for me, since so many acquaintances live or have lived in the vicinity.

You'd think with my pathetic aspirations as a surfer that these would be epic times for me. But last time, aside from a great day with some of the most special So Cal ladies I know, there was very little surfing--no waves until our departure day being a summer trip and waiting for the random South swell. My thoughts this time were of bigger and better things--things being waves, obvi. But sadly, during the Dew Tour in Breckenridge, I was cruising down Four O'Clock run, a boring cruiser that takes you right into downtown Breck, I caught an edge while, in my mind at least, looking like a bad-ass--jacket open, sunglasses on, sweet set-up and camera pack on my back--straight lining through the holiday crowds. The scorpion bit me and I was just happy to have avoided landing on my face. Then on Christmas eve one of my great friends, not knowing that I was nursing a sore breast region, jumped on me as I rode a sled through the classic Carter Park sled hill. I heard, and felt, my rib crack again, or at least completely. So this time, waking up to overhead waves on my first morning in Encinitas, all I could do was watch and suck down Advil. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time reading, drinking coffee and walking around.

Here are a few pictures from my wanders, in the absence of stories of glory on the waves. Happy New Year to you all. And please think of our friends and others who aren't able to aimlessly walk the beautiful streets these days--most recently Kevin Pearce, but each and every joining me as I soak up this beautiful world.

All the best in 2010. -Nate.

San Diego airport, soaking up good light.

Outside our house.

Palm tree shot number 4 of 50.

Christmas garage.

Moonlight State Beach.

Bank light.

Emo?

Tree.

Sunset emergency.

Birds over Pacific.

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Another quick trip. I haven't been posting much here because of my new job blogging for the Worldwide Leader, so you can check out that post at ESPN.com/action. Here's some lifestyle and pictures I like from Stockholm. I hope to be on the road again soon, but until then I'll treat my home like it's someplace new.

Todd Walnuts is the the king of style.

But Andreas Håtveit is The King of Style (tm)

Wait B-Dog is supposed to be the king of style...

Yep, style.

Jacob has style, happy style then focused style.

Simon has style.

All the way to Sweden to be fitted for a suit...

The new guy, Timmy McChesney, is learning style.

Jacob and Simon, nighttime style.

Even in the rain Swedes have great style and ride their bikes everywhere.

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I won't get all emo here, but suffice to say my Dad is awesome. He also, at 60, does a lot of activities. And when you do shit, sometimes you get broken. To the tune of four plates, six weeks in a neck brace to protect a little break in the C5, a couple days in ICU, a new fork for his bike, a new helmet and a couple cool new scars. We're all pretty happy he's safe and on the road to recovery. Here's to family and to recoveries. And to him telling me in the midst of it all that he'd sign a model release.

Happy Mom.

Duo.

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My Dad is really into bike racing. And he loves cyclocross season. I went and cheered yesterday, took 30 minutes of pics, and raced myself. I wore cotton, rode a single speed and got last. As for the pics, with such a brief time, which only included 3 of 6 laps, I just set up lights and shot each lap with a different lens. 45, 135, then fisheye--there's some technical geekery for y'all.

Dad, Lap 1.

Dad, Lap 2.

Dad, Lap 3.

Some dude, b/w light test.

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