Croquet
/Let the Photos and Video speak.
This summer I took up croquet.
Here are some more links,
Croquet in the Berkshires (Picasa),
Croquet in the Berkshires (Vimeo).
Let the Photos and Video speak.
This summer I took up croquet.
Here are some more links,
Croquet in the Berkshires (Picasa),
Croquet in the Berkshires (Vimeo).
After cleaning my APC's in the sea and eating my share of fried clams, I headed towards the hills of western Connecticut to catch up with my friend and contributor to Fat of the Land, Evan. For the last six months, Evan has been romping around South America taking photos and studying industrial design. Head over to his blog Ideal Uses to check out an archive of his journeys if you haven't already.
Evan showed me around his dojo including this early nineteenth century barn. I love the weathered paint
This bull, the archetypal field and the lonesome tree reminded me of my favorite childhood story, Ferdinand the Bull. He was kind enough to let me snap a few photos.
I love his hair and horns.
Spending two and half months indoors gave a new-found appreciation for simple things like a sunset unobstructed by a skyscraper or a bull eating grass in a field confined by a buck and pole fence. I can't wait to get back to the rocky beaches and rolling hills of Maine.
Schlepping my Canon 5d Mark II all of the time gets old. It's heavy, bulky and expensive. Last week when I went to the beach, I left my Canon at home and brought my iPhone 3GS to brave the smell of sunscreen, laundry detergent laden towels and evaporated beer.
I spent 45 minutes chasing around seagulls trying to catch them in motion. I kicked sand on half the people on the beach and blindly ran into a lifeguard tower. I think it was worth it.
After wearing my APC New Standards for more than a year, I thought it was finally time to tackle the stench. I ran into the sea and rubbed them down with sand twice and then let them dry on the fence. Now the look like Sevens...woooof
Red, White and Blue.
Satin umbrella.
These little bastards were devouring a bag of chips dropped by a strolling five-year-old. With iPhone in hand I ran towards these seagulls like a knight with a shield.
I love the ability to spontaneously capture life and tell a story with an image. Everyday I see things that inspire me and now I have a tool to capture them. All of these photos were taken with an iPhone and the Instant Camerbag application.
Here are some more links,
Instants From the Beach (Picasa),
Camerabag.
After what felt like an eternity, the sun finally set, ushering in my favorite 5 hours of the year: the 4th of July Night. My friend Dan, pictured above with the ginger bread and camo shorts, picked up a trunk full of fireworks on a his five show tour with fish throughout the American Midwest. Despite the spineless and, for lack of a better word, unAmerican firework legislation in the People's Republic of Massachusetts, my bros and I honored our country's birthday with an ample dose of gunpowder smoke, cheep domestic beer, laughter, and explosions.
Does any one see anything wrong with the picture above? Dan and Tucker are giving Edge the green light to put in a mortar upside down. Roughly 15 seconds later, the mortar backfired, exploding tube, spilling everyone's beer and burning Nick.
"Thank god, the fuse finally lit, my thumb was starting to burn..."
"Ohh shit that fuse burns fast..."
"I hope my bush-league taping job holds..."
After five mortar rounds the tube split completely in half. For a few moments we considered reinforcing a Pringles can but opted out of it in favor or waging battle with a dozen or so Roman Candles lying in Dan's trunk like arrows in a quiver. After a few exchanges and heckling laughs from accurate shooters, the night wound down. In proper, sunburnt exhausted fashion I crawled into my sleeping bag for some much needed sleep.
Here are some more links,
Fireworks (Picasa),
4th (ART).
I left my job in New York in the summer of 2011 and moved into a camper. Since then, I have driven 100,000 miles around the west, surfing and camping. During the summer of 2014, I set up a home base in the Columbia River Gorge. These are some of my stories and photos.