New Project

What makes an athlete? as described in the dictionary an Athlete is; a person who is proficient in sports and other forms of physical exercise. In the modern American mindset an athlete is a member of a team or participates in an organized sport with points & flags, winners & losers; but what about the lone athletes all around us. In the woods and waters around us a revolution is brewing.

The threat of a silent spring has led to a cacophony of silent protest. A revolution of the outdoor athlete is coming, a time where a kayak or bike is mode of transportation back to basics.  A pair of shoes is a crucible to overcome the threat of entrophy. Over the hills and through the streams people are heading back to nature. 

These people walk amongst us dreaming of the trails and rivers. They train and hone their skills, prepare their packs and racks waiting for time away.  

Over the course of the next twenty weeks I will work on creating a body of work highlighting these athletes among us. My goal is to provide a look at these incredible people in their native habitat. 

Portraiture Final

Good Evening in the interest of keeping these posts up to date I'm going to provide a brief overview and let the pictures do the talking. Over the last ten weeks I've found that my passion and technique for shooting people has grown hand in hand. With week ten now behind me I'm proud to introduce my best work of the last term. Please let me know what you like and more important what you don't. Please pay attention to the captions as they may play a part in a special event coming soon. With that being said, hold on and enjoy the show.

The Dude Abides gone vogue

Pools of meaning

A moment's rest

Thoughts in the abyss

Sub Aqueous  1

Sub Aqueous 2

Amidst the leaves of gold and green 1

Amidst the leaves of gold and green 2

Amidst the leaves of Gold and Green 3

Neon Dreams

Bodyscapes 1

Bodyscapes 2

Bodyscapes 3

Self Portrait 1

Hollywood Glam 1

Hollywood Glam 2

Living down below

Living down below 2

Dreams of memory past

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The Falling waters trail.

Fall is a time of transition for all things great and small. In the northern lands the shift is succinctly visual in nature. The mountains are   First subjected to the chill of the New England climate. As the season waxes the transition becomes more evident in form and function. 

View back to Mt. Lincoln

 

As I posted earlier this year the mountains hold deep meaning for me in terms of memory and thought. So it was an immediate affirmation that I gave when asked to join my friend and his brother on a hike up in the white mountains. 

Jon

Josh

The plan was ambitious in scope with us leaving Boston the night before and hiking first thing the next morning. It was decided that we would hike the falling waters trail which would put three summits under our boots. The first summit was little haystack, followed by Mt Lincoln and then ascending the ridge line would carry us to the summit of Mt lafeyette. 

The view of the trail ahead

 

We started early climbing in the early morning light with frost surrounding us. The chill in the air was deceptive lending itself to a refreshing feeling as we moved. When we stopped for a moment to rest the cold would plunge itself into our skin like needles. Traveling light and with camera in hand I was constantly looking for images to document our journey. At one point this would lead to me choosing the wrong rock to stand on during a river crossing. As can be expected I slipped and fell into the icy water, just managing to save my camera from a swim.

The Ridgeline Trail

The trail up Mount Lafayette 

Luckily I was able to keep myself from getting to wet and continued hiking allowing myself to dry on the way. From this point on I was doubly cautious to checking my footing while the sun hung, hidden over the valley wall.  

Summit silhouette 

 

Once we sunmited the first mountain peak we were treated to the Beatuy of the ridge line trail. As we traveled along the ridge line to the next summit we were treated to an incredible view of the difference between the slope in sunshine and the slope in shadow. In the shadow zone ice and frost could be seen covering the rocks. This created a painterly feeling while enjoying the view.

 

When we sunmited the final peak we were embraced by powerful gusts of wind screaming across the exposed granite. We were able to eat our lunch behind a windbrake and enjoyed watching a couple of people attempting some elaborate yoga poses on a rocky outcrop on the summit. 

yogis on the summit

The descent led us through the rock gardens and turf of the alpine zone. As we climbed down the air got warmer and the wind lessened. At this point my shoes had long since dried and fear of losing a foot was long gone. As we tracked down the ridge line of Lafayette back down to the trailhead we anticipated the end goal of burgers and a variety of beers at the Woodstock inn! 

The descent


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