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February 4, 2010

Slide Show in LA

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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January 6, 2010

Not surfing.

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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November 30, 2009

You can count on me to leave.

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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October 22, 2009

Dad.

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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September 11, 2009

Ryan Gaul Open, 2009.

Chasing.

Kevin Soller sent it and is fast (enough for second).

Dan Monaco, slow but sending it.

Mark, not really sending it but faster than Dan.

Ray.

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August 28, 2009

Summer in Colorado.

Hot last week. But Peter came up and took me to the reservoir.

Golden retriever in boat: quintessential.

Prep.

Flip.

Refreshed.

These rural bros showed up and were having trouble psyching up.

Best frame of the day. Anticipation. Background. Foreground. Story in one frame.

Detail (80% crop).

Sequence.

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August 26, 2009

60 Hour Roadtrip. Part II. People(s).

Peter.

Craig.

Jake.

Michael.

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60 Hour Roadtrip. Part I. Places.

There.

Halfway.

Back.

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August 13, 2009

Da Hoodest

Bunch friends in the younger crew got a house together at the base of Mount Hood for the summer. Coach at Windells, training, filming or just skiing for the love, they all set up camp in the woods and blogged about it at dahoodhouse.com. So when Freeskier Magazine decided to send me and 8 girls for the annual Women of Freeskiing photoshoot at Hood. We decided to pay a little homage and start a blog. Not having the geek power to do our own URL it ended up being hosted at dahoodesthouse.wordpress.com. What's more ghetto than Wordpress right? Make sure you head over and vote in the poll, "Who da Hoodest?"

We had a super fun time, got the shots, and blogged it up. Nate plus Eight is over now, and the mani's and pedis will be destroyed, my bikini wax will become stubble, and I'll stop talking about the most recent issue of Cosmo. But I assure you the bumping sounds of Lady Gaga and Britney will haunt my dreams for months to come.

Anyway, I'll let you know when the issue comes out or "drops", by the parlance of our hood brethren. Bless.

Kaya and I did BFs into the foam pit in the Windell's barn.

GBaby jumped and Tweeted at the same time.

Dania is a yogi.

Keri shows me where the sun is going to set.

The Burke is back and bad.

Grete did the rock gap, but she didn't Tweet in the air.

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July 23, 2009

Vacation.

I'm on vakay in Oregon. We saw the sun the first day, and it just came back out on day five so I'm gonna go hang on the beach.

Finally saw the opener to the Shane McConkey story in Outside Magazine this month. You can also read the story here.

Family.

Dad.

Sunset, first night. Geographical marker.

Sunset, first night #2.

Sunset, first night #3.

Birds.

Parents' friends, Joel and Karen in bright fog.

Evacuation route.

Grass.

Sea Lion overlook.

Niece Emily with Sea Lions.

Beach.

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July 7, 2009

The most happiest time of the year

Birthdays and the Fourth. All at once.

"I'm 30 & my name is Jesse"

Birthday Glasses.

Jacki organized it all.

After seeing how much effort rockers put into being cool, the youngsters in the band were awesome. They're going to slay it at Summit High.

We heard they just learned Free Bird. Played Metallica, Hendrix, White Stripes, GNR, etc. for us. All time.

The boys played yard games.

I think it was also Joel's birthday. Cig, KOB, washers: skills.

CJ had dope hat.

The ladies of the Fourth:
Photog.

Patriot.

"Don't take my picture" face.

Rock.

White dress.

Stare.

Shades.

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June 23, 2009

Vermont.

Here is a selection of images I made during two trips for an editorial with Derek Taylor from Powder Magazine. The story about people cutting and thinning trees in Vermont to make better skiing in and around ski resorts was published in the February 2009 issue, but I decided to post a little edit here as I wait for some product that I have to shoot tomorrow. Best.

Tools of the trade.

Cutting.

Removing flags was part of the ethic our guide adheres to.

Our guide.

Tree.

Old cut, new growth.

Run.

Jay Peak.

Skiing from the top.

Boundary.

Open Trees.

Jay Peak backcountry.

The road back from a backcountry lap.

Trees after Ice Storm.

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May 28, 2009

We're never letting go.

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

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May 18, 2009

May Flowers

Spring in the ski world is a contrast between interesting moments and hellacious down time. Last week, filming at Mount Bachelor in Oregon with Poorboyz Productions, we had a good sunset, a good day, a milky day, a windy day, a rainy day, two rainy/windy days and finally one perfect day. On lockdown in the hotel in Bend, in spite of the forecast, each day we tried to be ready to shoot, do work, stay motivated, keep mentally sharp and be physically healthy. The week before in Tahoe, and this week in Mammoth? Both very similar...

Every occupation--every life--faces these roller coasters of emotion. Hope, possibility and success. Hatred, despair and failure. Honestly I can say at this moment, it seems like no person could understand my life. Clouds mean that we'll have a mellow breakfast, a nap, and maybe a vigorous competition--basketball, poker, soccer or video games--during a down day. But, as you take off the Gore-tex pants, boots and base layers--permeated with months of blood, sweat and tears--shadows reappear on the wall and a phone beeps: "I guess we're gonna go check it out. Heard it's actually nice up there." Instead of falling back into bed, the soggy boots go back on, bags go back into the car, and we grab two Red Bulls and a can of snus.

At this point, even after an afternoon hot tub followed by a delicious dinner, I can't help but feel like the winter will never end. But making a special photo never gets old and each time out the door we can't help but think, "I'll find someplace to publish another shot of Simon. Above the world. Upside down. Grabbing." Never has a winter been filled by my friends and my brain pushing me each day without regard for family, health, home, friends or bank balances. So to my credit cards, bills, family, friends, e-mail inbox and the real world I can only give heartfelt apologies and say, "Thanks for the patience, support and understanding for my passion, my dream, and my world." Especially I thank my friends--athletes, filmers, writers, team managers, park builders, randoms--and the Earth for taking the time to keep me smiling, make fun of the frailties I embody, crush me and inspire me in each moment, as it happens.

I know this would never be the same without the ups, downs, luck and feet touching the world. I'll never rise above or sink below that, but I promise I'll send those photos, pay those bills, give you a hug, be there for you and probably sleep for a while. All next week. Or the week after.

Oddly enough, despite, or because, of all my whining, these weeks will produce more than a handful of images--that I contractually can't show you here and now--that will next fall be in the magazines that we read or at least look at. (Srsly, check out Freeskier and Powder out and if nothing is published I'll reimburse you.) Just be thankful you don't have to smell my boots when you put them, wet, onto your feet tomorrow morning at 7:30.

My compadre and driver, Tyler.

My pathetic excuse for a bed, office and dining room table last week. Yes, that's a bean burrito and my Mac that kept me from sleeping in anything but one quarter of the luxury of my Queen sized bed at the Bend, Oregon Red Lion Inn last week.

The wind rippled pool at, and bunch clouds over, aforementioned Red Lion Inn.

TJ Schiller admiring his drive during a much relished windy down day round of golf.

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May 2, 2009

Inspiration

We all find inspiration in our own places. During one night of JOSS, the athletes were competing in the Sweet Rumble, put on by Sweet Protection who make dope clothes and have awesome employees. Since the JOSS signage was down and I'd shot the jump bunch already, I decided to take some pictures of the surroundings. I was drawn to my friends and my inspiration, the other artists working. Kids, inspired, and other veterans Getting The Shot alike. And I even made one cool image of Simon while I was wandering...

Simon Dumont.

Tony Harrington GTSing from the parking lot.

Team America's Josh Berman.

Shay.

Mike Thomas.

Interview.

Josh Knox.

Veg.

Alex O'Brien, whose Friends are pros.

Carl-Johan

Drew Lederer.

Erik.

Thomas Kleiven, of the winning Norwegian Team.

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April 19, 2009

Snaps.

After a little trip in February, I came back and rode my shred stick at Breckenridge. Some of the best times are simply a mellow day with an iPod and my camera.






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April 14, 2009

Is it a slide show if it isn't shown?

Ah, contests. I'm back from the JOSS circus of bad weather, late nights, good friends, laughs, changing rules, cock-suck people who take their lives too seriously, more friends, new faces, new friends, more laughs, Chug Life, Canadians, Americans, USA'ans, Shayzians, Schmucks, Red Bull, Max Burger, a few more laughs, another late night or two, photos, etc. Despite clearly stating that the photographers involved cared deeply about having our slide shows, well, shown, and having the organizer say that he understood and that they would be shown, they weren't. So here's mine. And I hope to see the others online sometime soon too.

PS. I'm not much of an editor and I've been too busy to figure it all out, but whatevs. Hope you enjoy.

PPS. I just got back from Dumont Cup, which was mellow and fun and good. But I lost my phone, but hopefully I'll have a new BB tonight.

PPS. Thanks for bopping by, srsly. I appreciate all the support, company, kind words, athletes and friends. Love.

Team America Slideshow, images copyright Nate Abbott: Low res or Higher res

This won best action photo (I fell down taking this too, so maybe that was the action part?) Simon Dumont fakie air, shifty.

Simon and Tom about to drop.

Trysil by night.

T-Crack.

Ill fated quarter-pipe build.

Man sized knoll ollie rodeo.

Fredrick helping while Tyler and Wallisch scope the shot.

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March 30, 2009

Thinking.

My thoughts are with my friends. And one of the ways I can respect them is by working. You can also help by supporting Shane McConkey and Riley Poor

People 'round these parts call me Party Nate, 'cause I'm generally the last to go home. Maybe that's a defense mechanism. I protect myself, at a cost, from lying alone in bed and thinking. But every moment of every day I think about too much.

Anyway, here we are at 4:30 AM, on day 10 of JOSS and once again I'm obsessing. And I needed a break. So here is the team I'm so lucky to have joined this year. Lucky in talent. Work ethic. Creativity. And in the intangibles that make someone, or something, special.

Josh Berman, of Level 1 Productions.

Tyler Hamlet, of Poorboyz Productions.

Tom Wallisch, aka T-Crack, an internet sensation and all around stand up gent.

Simon Dumont, whose talent, drive and personality cannot be captured by the internet.

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March 13, 2009

Rome goes to Michign

Last year, Ryan Runke set me up to go to Michigan with a John Cavan and couple shreds (Yan Dofin and LNP) for the Rome Snowboards production No Correct Way.

Shots that didn't get published, might as well see the light of day somehow, right?

LNP, hippie jump.

Yan, Gap.

LNP, ollie.

LNP, collegiate feature.

Yan, Double line.

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March 12, 2009

Kids.

I'm sick today, so catching up on some posting before I head overseas. Hopefully the extra-attractive hacking cough will be gone by next week.

More photos from a lookbook I did with Katinka and Bob Knits. Her knits are amazing, favorite hats of all time.

Please also go support her man Riley over at RileyPoor.com

Kids!


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March 5, 2009

Off to see the wizard.

No updates, tons of work on portfolios and the like. I'm in Silverton with Peter, Symms and SImon waiting for it to snow. Also, of note, I'm going to JOSS in Norway and Sweden, and everyone knows I love Sweden. Unfortunately my team from last year disintegrated so this year, I'm with Simon Dumont and Tom Wallisch. Cannot wait!

Peterman.

Dumont.

Signs.

Updated: Forgot to put this photo up. Favorite of the day. Jake, taken by Simon.

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January 6, 2009

Silent Night. Fire Night.

Thanks Emily, for the Spirytus.

Frisco.

Bus stop lights.

Bus.

Spirytus.

Eric.

Ryan.

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January 5, 2009

Catching up from Fall / the Bachelor Party.

Instead of strippers, to this bachelor party for Ryan Baines, we invited a youth hockey team. We golfed. We went to Charcoal Burger (obvi). We stayed at the Sky. Ian drove Timmy around with the four wheeler at Buck's place. Ryan Gaul got a Vans Rad, the movie, model shoe print on his tummy to go with more than a few hand prints on his back. Gaul used a straw to breathe underwater, while Baines was wicked creepy in the hot tub with the youth hockey boys. We definitely wore the robes provided by the Sky.

You will not see pictures of me trying to hit my golf ball out of the lake. Or of me falling into said lake. Or any other pictures of me. You will not see Baines, the aforementioned bachelor, doing shots or falling down. You will not see us eating at New York Pizza (which has slices which do not taste nearly as good as they do in New York, BTW) any of the three times we went. You will not see any photographs from the rest of the night.

You will see Baines, Ian and Wink comfortably sharing their bed.

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December 30, 2008

Jamie.

It's annoying when photos don't get published. Anyway, this is Jamie Anderson. She's a gnarly shredder and gave me some time in New York City last spring to shoot a portrait. So thanks to Jamie and friends.

Jamie Anderson, March 24, 2008.

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December 28, 2008

The 12 pics of Christmas.

Merry. Christmas.

Too much fun. Too much work. Too much riding. Want more.

Listening: Deerhunter, Microcastle (go buy--it's my favorite of the year...)
Reading: Under the Volcano (still...) and Annie Liebovitz At Work.
Watching: Jericho Season 1 (NetFlix Watch Instantly FTW) and Helmut Newton: Frames from the Edge (on the stationary bike...)

A star is born.

Ian and Steph.

DC, Barley and Kate.

Carter Park Santa.

Dog.

Dog bite.

RG.

RG and Shred Parks Rasta Dog.

Fail.

No comment.

Self Portrait whilst out of control.

Fail #2. Photo by Steph.

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December 15, 2008

Snow.

Untitled 1. (December 13 storm.)

Untitled 2. (December 13 storm.)

Untitled 3. (December 13 storm.)

Untitled 4. (December 13 storm.)

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December 12, 2008

BOB.

I've done a couple of shoots for Katrina with Bob Knits. She's a talented designer and graduate of FIT who also splits time between New York and Colorado. We made some pictures in Boulder last month with a couple of rad models, Charlie and Austin. Thanks to the whole crew, and I need to remember where we got Chai's from 'cause they were delish!

Go buy some beautiful hats and other knits at bobknits.com.

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December 11, 2008

Help Wanted.

No blogging as of late and for that, I'm sorry. But what it does mean is that I've been shooting tons of photos and at some later date, whether it be in a magazine or a catalog or on TV or on the wall of a booth at the Vegas trade show or right here on this wonderful blog, you'll see some sweet pictures of skiing and snowboarding and skiers and models and snowboarders and funny happenings and beautiful places and ugly America and puppies and flowers and (no) unicorns.

In the meantime, I need help. There are a bunch of photos to be taken this winter and I need an assistant who can: ski or snowboard without crashing while carrying a 50 pound pack; learn a bunch of things about stuff and is preferably interested in studying those things about which I can teach (such as photography, photographs, photographic techniques, photographers, Profoto lighting equipment, Mamiya cameras and Canon Cameras); be self sufficient but still accessible to my needs and feelings; work on a freeleance day-to-day basis for a minimal amount of money and access to my aforementioned knowledge-base (and I'll reiterate that it is like a reservoir—deep but not necessarily wide) on random days during contests or other photo shooting opportunities; be available in the Colorado mountains mostly around Summit County; and basically do all those things while being good company. I'm not sure if that even makes anything clear or if it follows the rules of the English language, but if you're interested, send me an e-mail.

Back later, with pictures and more interesting things. XOXO

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October 27, 2008

More than 24 Hours of Moab, Part 7: Big Wiener.

Too busy to write. I guess I should be capable of telling the last bit of the story without words.

(Jari, who won the ladies solo)

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October 22, 2008

More than 24 Hours of Moab, Part 6: Sunrise and People.

This blog has gotten ridiculous. I need a better way to do photo essays. Okay.

Sunrise behind the rocks.

Pit Road.

Dan having Breakfast.

Kevin, aka Second Place, three times.

Ryan (G).

Ryan (B).

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More than 24 Hours of Moab, Part 5: Night Lights.

As the sun set, Josh was out in the lead. Some mechanical issues and worries about a new light system couldn't hold the boys back. I stood in the fire pit to keep my toes warm and the actual bike riders jumped over it. Eventually at about 4 I curled up in the front seat of Ryan's truck for a bit of rest.

Baines.

Erika Tieszen had a good run before some physical problems shut her down.

Lights.

Kevin.

Dan.

Ryan working on a bike in the dark dark night.

Tent.

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October 20, 2008

More than 24 Hours of Moab, Part 4: Start your engines.

The windy Le Mans style running start.

Run.

Naturally.

Empty Pit Road during the first lap.

Plenty of time to stand around watching the clouds.

Entertainment during down time.

Even I got involved.

Smoke.

Fire.

Works.

Kevin handled food and Josh's body image, or something like that.

Ryan, Seth and Dan took care of the bikes.

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October 19, 2008

More than 24 Hours of Moab, Part 3: The Dust Bowl Years.

Every Great Depression has its Dust Bowl. We arrived at the venue to howling winds and red dust in everything.

The reason for us being there, our hero, Josh Tostado.

Engine(s).

Me ruining a camera. Dan Monaco praying?

Cover ups.

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More than 24 Hours of Moab, Part 2: The Road and Skillz.

After our (vegetarian for me) burgers, we headed to an old friend's house in Moab for the night. Apparently everyone else has bike riding skills so (they) had a skills challenge.

Kevin was our designated driver.

I hung out of various windows.

Ryan.

Back window, aka party window.

Sunset stop to ride...

and let Parks run around.

Outside Tom's bunny hops.

And manual's.

Even if Kevin dominated most of the skills, he had a bit of trouble with the flatland bar spin.

Ryan dominated the body roll—and I hit my head.

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October 17, 2008

More than 24 Hours of Moab, Part 1: Charcoal Burger.

More than 1000 frames shot. One lens destroyed by the sand. Very little sleep. More than a little CC and Pabst. One win.

First stop anytime we go West of Aspen is Charcoal Burger. Ryan rode the table. I had a grilled cheese (veggie burger was the BOMB on the return trip). Kevin drove. Shred Parks Rasta Dog was "sexy" according to Ryan.

More to come, obvs.

Dirty table.

Burger.

Kevin. Dog. Wierdos.

Hunters.

Where to go.

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September 26, 2008

RG Open.

Pictures. From the summer edition of the RG Open that went down last week. Seriously, if you don't know...

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September 25, 2008

On individual actions.

You might want to read this discussion of the current financial situation from the individual genesis. (http://bernardavishai.blogspot.com/2008/09/moral-hazard.html) A few instances of pushing the boundaries, ignoring the Moral Hazard as it were, might not harm anyone. But extrapolate from a single instance and it's enough to drop the entire system—be it stocks, health care, or photography—into a tail spin.

I bring this up not only because it's an important piece toward understanding what's going on today, but also because it resonated with me. I have been before, and will again, asked to give up the copyright to my photographs to a client. In certain instances, when I'm not working or need the money or am especially excited about the project, I may be tempted to take the money and run. But when I think about my career and about the greater profession, Photography, I cannot possibly set aside the thought that without copyright—absent the protection given to the sum of my creativity, my technical abilities, my knowledge, my history, my emotion, my experience, my voice and all that is present in each picture I truly make—photography would become the realm of amateurs and enthusiasts. People don't hire photographers only for the one image to be used but for all that is infused into the image and its making.

Tangential. I know. And this picture won't make sense to most of you either, until you know what I'm about, who I am and it has become a part of that bigger story.

Pile 1. (2008).

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September 11, 2008

Climbing.

I've written about four different posts about the book "Beautiful Children" by Charles Bock. (Here.) I've got too much to say, but to sum up my thoughts, I think it was a great book and you should probably read it.

You might know I'm spending some more time in Colorado. Breaks from the "office" are a little different here. Photographic evidence below.

Starting point. View to end point. Frisco, CO. 080905.

Trail. Frisco, CO. 080905.

Aspen leaves. Frisco, CO. 080905.

Top. Frisco, CO. 080905.

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In flight.

Technique is important only insofar as you must master it in order to communicate what you see. Your own personal technique has to be created and adapted solely in order to make your vision effective on film. But only the results count, and the conclusive evidence is the finished photographic print.

-HCB

Funny thing to say on a blog. But the story behind these photos only means something in that they're beautiful at full size on paper. So I ask myself, why am I wasting time putting them on the internet? Hmm?

From seat 2D, United Flight 0315. September 1, 2008.

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August 12, 2008

Silly.

So busy. So hurting from riding (sliding?) face first down the Bedford Ave. Still jumped in a car headed for "the beach". No regrets. My Gramps told me to go do shit while I still could.

Wait.

Wave.

Run.

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August 2, 2008

Busy...

Living in New York is tiring with all its goings ons and it's been a kind of busy and kind of shitty few weeks. Here's some pictures. Lots more where these came from, but not a lot of words, time or blogging right now.

080731.

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July 4, 2008

water. falls.

i know that the "authorities" tell me not to blog in such a personal way. but whatever, heres some stuff. today is a very important personal day. and like other july 3/4's before, i can't sleep. so here's some pics from last week. my friend took me to see Japanther and the waterfalls that Olafur Eliasson made in New York.

Incredible. I also crashed my bike, had my Blackberry stole and tore up my knee. But all is well and I'm back in touch. So send me a txt with your phone number and I'll call you back or maybe next week I'll be back on the BB and send you a txt back. Honestly, at this moment, I miss everyone. Wishing the best to you.

-N.

PS. an EDIT, before I get to my images. we should all read this: http://bernardavishai.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-palace-of-arabs.html

(I know, too many and too below par, but I'm too tired to edit this any more...)

I went to visit my Grandparents and see my niece and my sister. I miss them all terribly.

Clouds. Since I just hung out with them and didn't take any pictures. Except of the clouds on the way there.

And when I saw that they had the checkbook out for John McCain. I still love them.

The sun was setting over the nabe where I live. But I don't live in that high-rise.

That's the Williamsburg bridge.

These people were in love and not paying attention to the waterfall under the Brooklyn Bridge.

This waterfall was in front of an old building and a new building.

Brooklyn Bridge. With waterfall. And flag.

Take a picture. Brooklyn Bridge.

Financial District.

Liberty. 2008.

Statue. Sucky picture. 2008.

Japanther crowd. (1) 2008.

Japanther crowd. (2) 2008.

Two pints of Jameson later, I made it back to my bed in Brooklyn. 5am, on the Fourth of July, I'm still awake and wondering.

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April 27, 2008

Oz

Sat on the runway at Chicago O'Hare for a couple hours the other night. We pulled on to the runway for take-off, but shut down and sat through a huge thunderstorm. I was on the way home from visiting my amazing Grandparents in Atlanta. We went to a production of The Wizard of Oz put on by—and at—the Roswell, GA senior center. It was amazing how much fun and how free of vanity the actors were. Bravo to living life and having fun.

Sunrise at LGA.


Almost taking off from ORD.


Storm at ORD.

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April 17, 2008

Awesome Speech

Thanks to the Daily Show I know that OUR President said to the Pope, "Awesome speech." Brilliant and insightful response dude.

Over breakfast I read a fabulous, subtle, ironic and smart profile of Errol Morris in GQ Magazine. "Fog of War" is among my favorite films—I've got high hopes for his new movie "Standard Operating Procedure".

I like Shay Williams too.

I'm in the process of photo editing some stuff from the winter. Here are some faces from one night at the X-Games.

People get in your way a lot at events. So I shot enough action to make a story, then went on to the people around me.

Other photographers, like Jay Michelfelder (who's website is apparently down.)

And legendary action photog Scott Markewitz.

Skier TJ Schiller, in the crowd due to a knee injury.

Blogger, comedian, skier and fellow dislocator of hips John Symms (Napa Bombs FTW!)

Peter Olenick still giving some high fives with his Empire Gloves, despite being a little bummed about his run.

Colby James West.

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April 14, 2008

One after another.

There are a lot of fucking good photographers out there. 297 of them amassed, one photograph apiece, at ilikethesephotos.com by Rob Haggart who used to be the Photo Director at Men's Health and Outside Magazines and now does a bunch of stuff including the blog A Photo Editor. (And yes, I have a shot buried in there somewhere. Thanks to Ally and Katrina for that one!)

On a historical note, and more important to me in my personal growth, there was a very interesting profileof Robert Frank in Vanity Fair last month, although I read it today due to travel schedules. I'm looking forward to teh re-issue of his book The Americans in May.

I've got a little rant about sentimentality stewing in my brain, but in the meantime, check out these two videos.

Part of "Pull My Daisy" film by Robert Frank.

Part of Robert Frank's documentary about the Rolling Stones "Cocksucker Blues".

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April 8, 2008

Stock-Home

A last post before I go home. Hanging in Stockholm for a couple of days. Some pictures.

With the contest done, Hatveit and Candide kicked it on the mini ramp while Blake Jorgenson—an amazing photographer with a new gallery in Whistler—enjoys a cold one in beautiful Åre.

Jersey Mike and Peter in the elevator.

Stockholm.

People.

Shapes.

Had a dance party with Shay WIll and Colby West last night for Colby's birthday. Party Shay was in effect all week long.

Stockholm building that looks like a diner.

Colby and the beginnings of spring.

Söt . Or maybe Gullig. My Swedska is kind of weak.

This is the rest of the crew, they went home today. They ate McDonald's yesterday and we all went to TGI Friday's for dinner. Horrible.

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April 6, 2008

Wow.

Last 48 hours are a full blur.

I wrote this at sometime during the evening:

At some point yesterday evening, while it was still light out, it snowed in Are Sweden. I was working on my slide show for the Jon Olsson SuperSession ski/photo/video contest, so despite not sleeping since 8 am yesterday, I didn't notice until after sunrise today. I'm currently writing this blog at 6 AM here in Sweden as my show exports. I had an hour of panic while Final Cut stopped working, a huge learning curve as I'd never used Final Cut before noon yesterday, tragedy as part of our crew came home from the bar with the news that their close friend Wallace from Aspen had died while snowboarding. Fuck, that will overwhelm my general artistic dissatisfaction and make me happy to just be creating something—I'm so happy and wired right now.

All that was a part of the craziness. And after a two hour nap I spent the whole day alternately telling myself all was fine and stressing about better shots I left out of the show and all the other technical difficulties. Damian, Colby and I grabbed an early dinner, where I basically laughed my ass off at two of the best dudes I know, then we were driven to the show. On stage, in front of so many people I was getting ready to be super nervous when I was told our show was first. It played before I could even stress. Then, shit all the other shows went off. Lots of comedy (Peter and Colby especially) and a really fucking well done movie courtesy of Simon, Riley and Blake. A long drawn out judging left me super nervous, but in the end, our team—Sammy Carlson, Dom Janiszewski, and myself—we're judged at the top.

I'll say again that this contest is so amazing because I just wanted to do a great job and push everyone else to do their best. I would have been happy finishing last since I tried my hardest. Anyway, I'm delirious and haven't slept and am not going to edit this. Here is my slideshow and portion of the Team Sammy presentation.

Thanks again to everyone here! I mean it, everyone. Peter and Colby and the boys are giving me a tour of Stockholm for the next two nights, but I can't wait to get home to Brooklyn either. Peace. -Nate.

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March 17, 2008

BBC quote and rant.

Before I walked out the door, turned left, and came to this diner where I'm currently sitting and eating breakfast, I heard a quick snippet on BBC radio. I don't know what the actual subject was, but here's the gist of the part I heard: "We're entering an age where anyone can publish anything. And because of that it is intrinsically now our job to edit after the act of publishing." [I don't know why I put that in quotes since its not an exact quote, but whatever I can't html enough to make it stand apart any other way and you get the point now, don't you?]

Which makes me think that we're dismissing an entire industry—a whole profession: editors in all mediums. And now what you and I are faced with is the responsibility to face our growing RSS feeds and the spouting bloggers who we've decided to listen to, and edit each and every step we take through the world. And this task is A) not my primary skill set B) not something I'm getting paid for and C) taking away from the time available for me to do the following things: 1) sleep 2) create my own un-edited content and 3) go do things with my friends and family.

I can't believe I just added to this whole shit show. Although I did get to drink a delicious cup of coffee whilst crafting this rant. And by the way, this is, in one more serendipitous coincidence for my week, the 100th post I've added to my blog. I wanted it to be special and meaningful, but it apparently is just going to be cynical and self-referential.

Back to MY core competency; here's some pics from the other day in Greenpoint and Williamsburg:

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McCarren. 080315.

Parking. 080315.

Expressway. 080315.

Stop. 080315.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

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March 12, 2008

The Blow

So, I was in Vermont last week for part one of a feature story for Powder Magazine. It rained, it snowed (kind of), it iced over, it blew (in every possible way). I did have approximately 1.7 fun runs on my shredding board and 3 orders of mozzarella sticks. And on the way home I was doing over 90 MPH when I passed a State Trooper, but he pulled over the guy behind me. So I guess I am the luckiest man alive.

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March 5, 2008

I Heard Every Sound.

Nightmares kept waking me and last night I heard every sound in the city so unsettled I realized I would either find sleep with the light of the overcast day or I could go on walk about. So headphones and coffee and camera accompanied me to Coney Island.

Amusing interview to read here with The Gutter Twins, who you might want to listen to if...Well, just listen to it so I don't tell that sordid story in a public form. "All my dreams stroll by unclothed." Awesome.

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February 26, 2008

Breckenridge.

I'm just finishing a trip back to my former stomping ground of Breckenridge, Colorado. Weather didn't cooperate for action photography, so I just went off on a little tangent of moments of thought and creation. I'll post some dance party pics later for you dirty fuckers out there too.

Breckenridge Resort.

Reservoir.

Parking Lot.

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February 13, 2008

Snow that didn't last 24 hours.

Dope snow storm last night and a good show too. Foals kicked ass, then overnight the rain kicked the snow's ass and dismissed it into memories and pictures. I'm off to Michigan, where its so cold the snow may never leave, to shoot some photos. Keep it real, world.

Prints.

Removal.

Surfacing.

La Esquina.

Trees.

Dude from The Teeth lost his shoe.

One song = worth 10,000 pictures.

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February 8, 2008

Riders.

Last night people were snowboarding in Union Square. I bolted right out of there though, so I can only imagine how radical shit got. Instead, we hid at a place called Coffee Shop, where we drank beer and I caught up with the K2 boys were introduced to a heroin addict who asked, "Any of you want to fuck?" after she clumsily tried to steal one of their phones. I hear that one of them threw up on his brand new New York Nike Dunks later in the night. But I sent it off to the Shut Skateboards party for a while. Then we ended up riding bulls, just 'cause we could, which left me with a cut-up bloody finger. Good to see nights out in NY didn't change while I was out west.

Amanda getting ready.

I got tossed. Photo by Mike.

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January 22, 2008

The Road from NY to CO.

Twitter is like a mini-insta-blog. I like it aside from the fact I only have one real friend on there. It certainly kept me awake and amused on my drive from Brooklyn to Breckenridge last week. And I really like the unfiltered updates from journalists following the Presidential candidates.

I'm in Boulder, shot some beautiful girls and their hair today, then off to Aspen for the X Games madness. Here's my twittering across America and a couple pictures. See you soon. -Nate.

how to pack for driving there flying back? shite, i'm gonna have too much stuff. 06:20 PM January 15, 2008 from web

Last stop gimme coffee. Odo 48214. Headed west. 09:52 AM January 16, 2008 from txt

Nj smells. 10:43 AM January 16, 2008 from txt

Wnyc is static. Cue ipod. 11:02 AM January 16, 2008 from txt

Mnts of NJ r butiful. Snowy :) 11:10 AM January 16, 2008 from txt

Penn- why does every "salad" have meat in it? 12:49 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Pack of turkeys eating by I80. R they social animals? 01:34 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Sign: wlcome to penns wilds. - scary. 01:35 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Skip to the end? I wish. 02:20 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

6 hrs. Ohio. Into the setting sun. 04:09 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

How many hrs of my life spent listening to NPR? 05:02 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Wow. Ohio t-pike is ex-citing! 05:24 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Sandwich, starbux, gas. Thinking about 100 things I need to do once I stop for night. Odo 48698. 06:14 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Goodbye intilectual elitism, hello midwestern clasic rock. Good love is hard to find. 06:29 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Holy Toledo. 07:30 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Ohio tolls: obvs not payin for road repairs. 07:56 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

@Slickbyrd-i know very little bout myself so this should be useful. 08:06 PM January 16, 2008 from txt in reply to Slickbyrd

Indiana: how should we fill the empty spaces where we used to talk? Jedi mind trick and the radio plays floyd. 08:31 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Advertisment for 3 level indoor archery range with leagues"where archery comes alive"!!!! 08:52 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Too much coffee to be stuck in traffic. But I'm goal oriented, getting through chicago in spite of it. 10:38 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Boredom sets in. Thought: will itunes reward me w a new gossip girl tonight? 10:43 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

NY ezpass works in illinois. Wish I new that b4 5 min in toll line. 11:02 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

Solo, ipod, camera. Couple photo stops. Stopping @ next crappy chain hotel I find. 11:32 PM January 16, 2008 from txt

On the road. Late night photos, days inn. Snowing just a little bit. Grey day. 08:47 AM January 17, 2008 from txt

I want to see a dead head sticker on a caddilac today. 09:31 AM January 17, 2008 from txt

at the largest truck stop in the world. full on iowa white out. google map says 12:30 to go. 10:45 AM January 17, 2008 from web

Lincoln reagan hoover: very presidential this stretch of i80. 11:44 AM January 17, 2008 from txt

Blue sky, fresh snow, farm houses-iowa's beautiful. 11:59 AM January 17, 2008 from txt

Iowa ext 187, brooklyn. I had to stop. Gas, windshield fluid, coffee, softbatch cookies. 12:47 PM January 17, 2008 from txt

google directions: next turn 475 mi, 6:35. Ugh. 01:49 PM January 17, 2008 from txt

I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you. about 24 hours ago from txt

Car napped. Cpuncil bluffs. Looking gforward to human interaction. about 22 hours ago from txt

And everything I make is trite and cheap and a waste of paint of tape of time. (Delayed response, but I'm in omaha.) about 22 hours ago from txt

Nebraska- zero clouds. about 20 hours ago from txt

Npr: same person invented hula hoop and frisbee. Died. about 20 hours ago from txt

Shooting star! Straight down i80. about 18 hours ago from txt

Montanita, ftw. Mountain time zone. about 17 hours ago from txt

Colorful Colorado. about 17 hours ago from txt

last stop for gas $ . about 17 hours ago from txt

Written in lights: "eat beef". Smell of manure in the air. about 16 hours ago from txt

When I was 13 went to summer camp for nerds and ended up w a girlfriend from Sterling CO. Dismal in so many ways. about 16 hours ago from txt

Which withdrawal is worse: Twitter or Caffeine? Caf is making me twittery. about 16 hours ago from txt

Northeast colorado filled with terrible smells. about 15 hours ago from txt

Denver...almost home. Thinking about all the stuff I'm missing in NY though. Too much world to love. about 14 hours ago from txt

Eisenhower tunnel. Elevation 11013. about 14 hours ago from txt

Fin. ODO 50055. So much snow. Last 10 mi white nuckles. And to all a goodnight. :) about 13 hours ago from txt

Lou dobbs on the COLBERT REPOOOOORT! Amazing as any mock tv show ever was done. I cannot support Colbert enough.correcto. about 11 hours ago from txt

Coffee and bagel at my breakfast spot of 8 years. Colder than...well, lots of stuff. 35 minutes ago from web

10 minutes into the drive.

Self explanatory.

Day's Inn 1. 12:15 am.

Day's Inn 2. 12:40 am.

Day's Inn 3. 6:00 am.

Brooklyn, Iowa 1.

Brooklyn, Iowa 2.

Into the sun, Nebraska.

Roadside, Nebraska 1.

Roadside, Nebraska 2.

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January 12, 2008

Links to read and a picture of Erich.

Not having a good weekend here in NY, but I'm happier to be here than having PTSD from killing people or getting buried.

I feel really bad for the kids being affected by our President and his bullshit, incompetent attempts at making the world a safer place.

Colorado:
East Vail Avalanche.
Last week's East Vail Avalanche.
Another.
No one in it.

Canada:
Lucky photographer, good friends.

Seriously, I'm sick of this shit.

My apologies for the cynical bitter post—here's what I'm working on right now to make myself not feel quite as shitty.

Erich Dummer. Gaper Day 2007.

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January 6, 2008

New Years Eve

Blah, blah, blah. 2008. Yay!

Jonathan put his sunglasses on, which meant we were ready to go.

We took a bad self timer picture.

Mush and Des drank at some girl's house, only I forget her name.

I bailed and met friends in dumbo.

People were happy.

We looked at Manhattan from the roof.

Brett and Ange were our hosts (thanks!)

There were lots of people on all the roofs.

Hey! Gimme that back.

Some dude fell down. And that about sums it up.

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December 24, 2007

Vermont.

My friends took me to Vermont for a day of snowboarding which reminded me that I have fun slashing the edges of any trail. Good weather, good friends, some coffee and some food and back to Brooklyn.

Stratton, VT.

Pizza.

A 6-Pack lift has room for me to not sit next to them.

Mike's Way.

Pop Rox, taste the explosion!

Mike and Super Dave discussing why Super is taking a package of aforementioned Pop Rocks and putting them on his bedside table. I jest not. Oh, and yes, Mike is drinking Pop Rocks mixed with water.

Mike waiting outside the place with the frosted Santa Klaus sugar cookie that powered my drive all the way back to Brooklyn. So glad it was open.

And after a few sunny days in Colorado, I can't help but share this picture of a sunny winter day on the East Coast.

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December 20, 2007

quick picture show.

I wanted to write a quick story about going back to Breckenridge, but I've got too many things going on. So you get the pictures now and a story in a few days. Check it.

First stop, top of the T-Bar, elevation: zero oxygen.

Ryan.

Lifts.

JJ Thomas times two.

Sunrise solo mission.

Destination: Coffee. Thanks Jo!

Call me Curt—lets have fun in New York.

Contest. (Kevin Pearce I think, but too lazy to look.)

Keir Dillon.

Shaun White. The Crying Tomato? I don’t know him, seems like a nice guy to me.

Madison.

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December 11, 2007

Welp, see you soon.

I'm coming to Colorado and I want to hang out, say hi, drink coffee, go snowboarding, talk about books and art and music and (despite the link I'm about to write about) take some pictures. So, call me. I'll be in Boulder after noon and in Breckenridge by happy hour. Ok, awesome, now I'll hope my flights aren't cancelled since there's a big ass storm on the way and its already raining in Brooklyn.

So, this kid is gnarly. Very courageous in his editing and willingness to get to another side of the story. Even if his work is hidden by the layers of editing involved in mainstream American media. Here's the link, be aware, it's got some disturbing and violent images. Conscientious Blog Conversation with Peter Van Agtmael

Thought provoking work and interview. One quote, but the rest of the article is worth your time.

"A few days after finishing my first tour to Iraq, I picked up a copy of a very well known American magazine at the airport in Holland. I was flipping through it absently when I came upon a brutal picture I had taken of the aftermath of a suicide bombing, run across nearly a full page [see photo in article]. I called my parents to tell them the good news and they went out to buy a copy. In the U.S. edition, in place of my picture they found an image of a few helicopters taking off. I was pretty crushed." -Peter Van Agtmael

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December 5, 2007

What I did during the war.

During book club, we got off on a political tangent, but someone put us onto another, less divisive tangent. But here's an article
(with a bunch of links) if you'd like an opinion and to learn about Habeas Corpus and Bush's lack of regard one of the fundamentals of our society.

Yeah, and I went to a bunch of movies, concerts, and read a lot of magazines and also went to a photography workshop and spent some time editing a new portfolio and working on a new website and some other stuff. Oh yeah, and there's a story about me in the Powder Magazine photo annual. But that's not my number. If you want to "call me" you can send me an e-mail.

Crowded at Webster Hall times two.

Traffic, from a cab on the Williamsburg Br.

Metal.

This is Valient Thorr .

You shouldn't go see them if you're afraid of having a good time and getting a little sweaty.

Polaroid upstairs at the Bowery Ballroom.

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December 2, 2007

Snow.

Lots of happenings, not so much blogging. Beautiful snowy day in New York, and its been a couple of good days for working, watching movies and sipping tea. Feeling lucky.

From a song I listened to yesterday:
"Please don't let what was get in the way of whats next.
Don't forget that whats to come hasn't come yet." -Devendra Banhart

December 2, 2007. Greenpoint.

Sandy, Thanksgiving on the beach.

With two of my favorite people. (And the rest of my family too.)

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November 29, 2007

Chelsea.

It's supposed to snow in the city this weekend, but I was out and about in the cold today. I went to about 8 opening receptions at galleries in Chelsea tonight. 4 epic. 4 lame. I took some pictures that are embarrassing when compared to the dope as hell other stuff I saw tonight. Everyone seems to be printing six foot tall amazing Epson prints. Awe inspiring.

The most popular piece of luggage in Greenpoint.

Sunset. (I'm gagging at this, but whatever, ain't it sweet?)

One of the openings I went to was for Pieter Hugo's "THE HYENA & OTHER MEN". If I had a spare $15,000 around, I'd definitely buy one of these prints. Beautiful, huge, amazing. I don't think anyone in New York reads this, but if you're here, go see this in person at Yossi Milo Gallery. Or check out the rest of his work at www.pieterhugo.com.

Alhaji Hassan with Ajasco, Ogere-Remo, Nigeria 2007. By Pieter Hugo.

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November 25, 2007

Free.

This story and slide show is amazing. On the subway, in the swimming pool, crying, on the swing. Wow.

Slide show.

NY Times story.

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November 9, 2007

6 more pictures from Mexico.

Andrew waiting for tacos.

Toe nails.

Margaritas at soccer game.

Soccer.

Pollo.

Sofia.

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November 8, 2007

Bags.

Sitting with my back to the wind, bouncing through the waves, exhausted from surfing, sipping a warm beer. That's a moment.

Late night at Tigre's, pinata spilled, meeting people, watching the passing people in the plaza below, drunken birthday kids, friends faces, buzzing head. That's another.

Reading "No Country fro Old Men", Vampire Weekend playing, head racing to keep up, fan blowing in my face. Yet another.

Town.

Mountains.

Waiting.

Motion.

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October 14, 2007

Dear friends.

Working lots seems to inspire me to busier life. Long nights, meeting here and there, quiet time by myself, coffee, walks, dancing til dawn, projects, places, dreams. Thats the sum of it all. My internet went down for a couple of days, so I started in on a book I was saving for Mexico. Less than 100 pages in and I'll recommend it now. Go get it, maybe we can start a book club. Tree of Smoke.

The internet is an amazing being, the newest character in every crack of my 21st century life. Here are some pictures of tangible place and time, inspired by the internet and shared with you through that same medium. Enjoy the photos. As for me, it may be Sunday, but as "they" say, once more into the breach dear friends, once more.


West Brooklyn Beach.

Best trees in NY? Perhaps. Thanks to a new friend.

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August 30, 2007

Random Links.

This is my buddy Anthony's blog. He's a pro skier and artist and photographer (and I really like his newest post of art photos from his travels...)
Joystick Skiing

This a book by a photographer named Paul Watson and an interview and an article about him. Dude took a crazy important, Pulitzer prize winning photo and its not all such a rosy moment. But he's still winning awards photographing wars and gnarly situations around the world. If I can find it, its gonna be my next book, but they don't have it on Amazon, apparently 'cause he's from Canada (where they kill baby seals...)
Where War Lives

The interview is amazing:
Paul Watson on Fresh Air with Terry Gross
(You can also download the podcast on iTunes.)

The actual photo, very disturbing and graphic image of an American soldier and a mob in the streets of Mogadishu, Somalia. Look with care:
Pulitzer Prize winning Photo Linked on Palm Beach Post

Article tying Paul Watson and the next photographer and their divergent/convergent stories, "Ghost of a Man I never Knew":
Macleans

This is a photo that also won the Pulitzer, but the photographer Kevin Carter took his own life as the years, PTSD and controversy wore him down (Collection of stories about Kevin Carter):

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August 20, 2007

Sunday.

After getting home from the Beckham game after midnight and finishing my work around 2, I got up this Sunday morning to do a photo shoot for Goal Magazin - an Austrian Football mag - at 8:30 in the morning in Hoboken. Like most assignments, not enough time, but despite the big victory the night before, the Red Bulls (and my subject, Markus Schopp) had to practice at 10:30 am.

After the shoot I rode my bike into Manhattan, did some taxi dodging across Houston St, and then played some pickup soccer at Pier 40. As it started to rain I rode back across the Williamsburg bridge to Brooklyn, took a shower and headed to the last free concert of the summer in McCarren Park.

The band Ghostland Observatory was playing to a faithful and soggy crowd, and I got to spend some quality time dancing in the rain. Ghostland is awesome, wish I could see them with more friends and less rain. A short tour of some of Williamsburg's finest drinking establishments and home to an Ice Cream sandwich and good night's rest.

One of the 2 dudes who make up Ghostland Ob was wearing a blue satin cape. They're amazing! My pictures? Not so amazing from under the umbrella.

Dance dance revolution.

Kickball in the rain.

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May 25, 2007

O'Death picture.

Some photos from a party by my house in Greenpoint. En- Joy. I did.

We are O'Death.

Love is.

Full. Filling.

Hey ladies.

The Whole Shebang.

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April 10, 2007

Can-a-duh, archived from MySpace blog...

5 days, 2 blizzards, models throwing up, lost people, cancelled flights, dance clubs with multiple levels, 5 hours and 50 rolls of film, photo shoot done.

Whoa kids, pictures can't even tell the story but my brain aint working so check it out. And next time, we're partying the night AFTER the shoot not the night before. FYI, in bed at 4 AM - Shaun and I were up and ready to go at 7 am, even if the models weren't there till 2 PM.

Huge thanks to Larry and Shaun and Ryan and the ladies and Guillame Brochu and snow and freezing cold Canada.

Quebec City style:







Girls, out of control breaking shit with the lights on:





We're ready, where you at?





More tired and ready to pass out than ever before:



Give me a minute with the menu...

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March 20, 2007

Pictures and Parties in Quebec City.

5 days, 2 blizzards, models throwing up, lost people, cancelled flights, dance clubs with multiple levels, 5 hours and 50 rolls of film, photo shoot done.

Whoa kids, pictures can't even tell the story but my brain aint working so check it out. And next time, we're partying the night AFTER the shoot not the night before. FYI, in bed at 4 AM - Shaun and I were up and ready to go at 7 am, even if the models weren't there till 2 PM.

Huge thanks to Larry and Shaun and Ryan and the ladies and Guillame Brochu and snow and freezing cold Canada.

Quebec City style:







Girls, out of control breaking shit with the lights on:





We're ready, where you at?





More tired and ready to pass out than ever before:



Give me a minute with the menu...

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March 5, 2007

More Mexico. People. Archived from MySpace blog.

So you all know, these shots are film, Mamiya 67. The Austria shots have all been on the Canon Elph.

A lot of times I want to immerse myself in a situation, so I don't take my camera out. I did that in Austria last weekend a bit, and I regret not having many pictures on film. In Mexico I didn't take any pictures while my boys from Breckenridge were in town. HUGE mistake in many ways, but in both instances, I just love being in the moment and experiencing what is going on without changing the moment by stopping and taking pictures.

These are people I did take pictures of and I'm pretty freakin' happy about it.

The whole family, Patti, Emily, Jim, Rick and Jean.



Mom and Dad, anniversary pictures.



Niece Emily.



Hands.



Dani and Gabe.



Noah with Ensenada.



Hannah and Noah, two times.





Christiano and the Coco-Loko stand.



Gabe and the Flag.



Canadians. Women. Surfers.





Dani and Ensalada.



Mike Levine and Nate Simpson.



Listening to: The Hold Steady, Boys and Girls in America

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March 3, 2007

Sayulita Mexico photos, archived from MySpace blog.

I know, it was months ago, but I'm finally getting a few more of these shots from Mexico up here. This is some random stuff from around town.

On the Beach.



The way into town.



These guys were really ambitious about working at 7 am every morning. Who needs an alarm clock?



Hoop. Day and Night.





Town.



Sunset with Fishing.

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