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Places where only the moon and the stars can tell you exactly where you are. #california #desert #deathvalley #sanddunes #vscocam
Trying to live through three different time zones. Even the dog doesn’t agree. We’re happy to all be together, but I’d really like to get work out of the way so we can spend more time jumping out of the window instead of staring at it. Quickly, before we forget what it feels like to pretend knowing what is and isn’t important.
The harder they struggle, the longer they live. 4,000 years later, still teaching us what it really means to be alive.
A year ago today, we were living in our VW, making our way to Alaska during our honeymoon.
A year ago today, we slept under a glowing night sky of the Aurora Borealis.
When was the last time you experienced what it means to be truly alive?
Facing the Eastern Sierras, shortly after the moon set. #ilikegettingawayfromallofyou
I am guilty of abandoning this side of the internet for more than half-a-year, while visiting exotic (and not-so-exotic) places of the world. I was worried about the non-linear sequence of events, and had a little maintenance to do in the back-end of things. Pictures are now going to be bigger, and the layout is dynamic and will adjust to most screen sizes (even tablets and mobile phones). I guess these are the problems of the 21st century, the modern day equivalent of 800×600 vs 1024×768 hooplas.
Now that I’ve got that out of the way, I figured, F it. I’m sitting on a massive backlog of material that I have been meaning to share. I’ll be back-posting dates, so keep an eye out for some crazy shit.
Spent the weekend at this classic beach house in Fort Bragg. Floor to ceiling windows facing west, right across the crashing waves. The Golden hour flooded the entire home as the sun set, and the moon sank into the ocean later at night.
Kat and I have been home for a few days, in anticipation for my friend Rudy’s big day when he finally grows up.
Here he is at rehearsal. He needs more practice.
It is a well known fact that I do not possess any facial hair whatsoever, and as a once-in-a-lifetime experiment coinciding with our month-long exodus into the Alaskan wilderness, I stopped shaving for over a month. If you are curious – it looked like shit, and Kat had to add eyeliner to make it look slightly less reprehensible. Fortunately, the phenomenon was only experienced by my wife, siblings and Kathlyn. I went back to looking younger instantaneously by at least 5-10 years as soon as I shaved the 25 strands on my face. Goodbye, douchestache.
Yesterday, we visited the majestic Matanuska Glacier along the outskirts of Glenn Highway, shortly before we hit Anchorage. You could see this bad-boy from miles away, and we could hardly contain our excitement as we squealed like piglets about to be fed their first slice of awesome pie.
Although Kat and I generally like to keep our money inside our pockets, we opted to splurge a little by renting equipment and hiring our own guide to explore the ice fields. If we were going to do this once, we wanted to do it right. Triple the squealing when we found out that we could bring Nickel along!! Two were squeals of delight, and the third… Not so much.
We learned about the terminology behind glaciers, like the terminus and moraine, and how you shouldn’t go out after fresh snowfall in the spring unless you wanted to get sucked into hole and disappear from the face of the planet. We spent a few hours with our minds blown wide open, amazed also at the very eerie similarity of ice and our familiarity with the desert. It felt like we were in another planet – which is what it generally feels like when you open your eyes and try to fathom that there is more to this world than the people in it.
Oh great Matanuska, it was a great privilege and honor to have come before you.
Grilling with the greatest view in the history of lunchtime.
Oh hello, Milky Way.
Fantastic view from our campsite last weekend, as seen from Cottonwood Canyon in Death Valley NP.
Highly suggest viewing a larger version here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lovine/7120745483/in/photostream/lightbox/
This is one of the many reasons why I look forward to isolation. There exists several worlds apart from the one we are accustomed to, and the moment we choose to open our eyes, we begin to pick up the hazy edges of our own existence and realise that we are both insignificant and therefore extremely special at the same time.
It makes more sense at the edges. Listen to the silence. Look into the darkness. Give your thanks.
Breakfast of Champions
Breakfast of the Walking Dead