nabbott blog

Another random moment of musing. Long trip. Images are from the flight to my current home, whatever that may mean.

I'm sending out photos of Shane McConkey, and going through those images makes me sad. But the memories are so amazing. Shane telling Seth Morrison an extremely dirty (and fictional) story about banging a girl in the mountains while cameras were rolling for a Warren Miller movie. The first time my heart pounded as he BASEd off a cliff. Him convincing me to jump off a 270 foot cliff, despite never having used a parachute before in my life. Seth and me whining about him having his wife Sherry along on that shoot, only to learn that she was along because they'd just learned that she was pregnant with Ayla. Him making me laugh so hard that I missed countless images of him on every photo shoot. Looking through photos taken by my heroes, of my hero, every year I worked at FREEZE Magazine. All the images that Flip shot of him. Every turn he made--each so perfect for a camera! What special memories and what lucky lives we all live.

Been listening to lots of music while I edit photos from this (amazing) year. You should all buy the album Upper Air by Bowerbirds. And listen to one of my favorite tracks of the year, Northern Lights. I've embeded the video for another song, a favorite from last summer, from their last album, below.

Lyrics:

i don't need from you a waterfall of careless praise
and i don't need a trophy for all the games i've played

but all i want is your eyes
in the morning as we wake
for a short while

and i don't need you to catch my wanderin mind
and i don't expect a southern girl to know the northern lights

and all i want is your eyes
in the morning as we wake
for a short while

and i do need the wind across my pale face
and i do need the fern to unfurl in the spring
and i do need the grass to sway
yes i do need to know my place

but all i want is your eyes
in the morning as we wake
for a short while